It's hard to believe all your fucked-up excuses
especially after what you did to me last Friday
You told me you'd party and for me to do my own thing
Next day you come to me and confess again
So how can you expect me to feel like you do?
When all I can see are his fingers on you
One dirty finger stains
The walls you keep that keeps you sane
And now you come crawling as if everything's alright
I offer you this finger so you know ain't gonna be with me tonight
whispering words that have never been heard
should I give her...