Her head starts to race
The ba** is booming to loud
You know she's never felt the way that she does now
The boy she walked in with is nowhere to be found
And as she stares into the bottle, she knows where she is now
That's what you get when you screw with your friends
And leave everything behind for something glamorous
Instead of your dream, f*cking the prom king
You lay drunken in a stupor
Neck deep in what you couldn't be
Neck deep in what you couldn't be
Neck deep in what you couldn't be
Neck deep in what you couldn't be
Neck deep in what you couldn't be
I'm sick of you
I'm sick of every other night and every other fight
I wish that I could tell you this and how it makes me feel
How it makes me feel
And to think that I felt sorry for you