You're such an Asshole. I'm such an Actress.

Just once I want to be that psycho chick
Who walks up to the both of you at the bar
Who grabs her hair from the back and slams her teeth into the wall
Who smashes a bottle over the top of your head
Spits in your mouth
Starts a riot
Starts a massacre.
Because my friends say "Hey baby, isn't that like you're boyfriend?"
No.
He's not.

Because had I let my ego, do what it wanted
I wouldn't be lying here tonight with you
Listening to you go on about
how much you like her
how you stood up for her
and this crush you got for her.
Fuck.

And I know, It's my fault
I shouldn't play any cooler than I actually am.
That's what gets me in trouble.
I write "Doormat" on my forearms and really, you can't be blamed.

I just have a fear of being that girl
who's stuck in the bar bathroom stall
crying her eyes out
spilling her guts out
and her friends shaking their heads saying "He's just an asshole baby. Come back out and we'll make it all better baby"

But Jesus, I would have given anything to be that girl that night.
A black eye, long neck broken bottle cuts, and a punch in the stomach
wouldn't hurt nearly as bad as lying here with you,
Just go on.

And yeah, of course, I'm going to get on top.
And yeah of course, I'm going to help you unhook my bra.
Because I'm down for the count
Cucumber Concubine.
This girl has no nerve.
This spineless twist only feels between her legs.
This slut, has no name.

And my friends just watch and think to themselves "My god, poor baby."