Can someone please jog my memory?
I'm not sure if it's the beer talking or just me
But I'm 23 and still a-fucking-lone
And I'm paranoid of talking on the phone

All my best friends are obsessed
With marble hornets and porn star tits
They've got one thing in common
They're fake as fucking shit and I'm over it

I promised myself I wouldn't sing another song
About that girl that fucked me and left
And I find it funny how I always end up letting myself down
But I guess it's reassurance that I'm still human

All my best friends are obsessed
With smoking weed and getting pussy
So I'm always sitting by myself
Why do I put up with this shit?
Well, I'm over it

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My only regret is loving you

All my best friends are fucking gone
Or live three states away
So I'm always writing songs about being alone
But I'm over it

No, I'm not