You're so unoriginal for leaving me on read
Know you peaked in high school
But it still gets to your head
Hot can only take you as far as my bed
Well, at least, we got that

It's not your fault, your looks are ridiculous
Just your fault, you're not living up to it
Oh, my God, it's right at your fingertips
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

What a waste of a face like yours
What a shame, you were nothing more
Than a night to remember, a hand-me-down sweater
A future as dry as the desert
With your hands on my body, I'm swearing you're my type
When you open up your mouth, oh, God, I wanna die
What a waste of a face like yours

You're so trigger happy when you speak about yourself
I love watching you talk, but baby, listening is hell
You seem so good on paper, but you're boring as Excel
And that math don't add up

It's not your fault, your looks are ridiculous
Just your fault, you're not living up to it
Oh, my God, it's right at your fingertips
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

What a waste of a face like yours
What a shame, you were nothing more
Than a night to remember, a hand-me-down sweater
A future as dry as the desert
With your hands on my body, I'm swearing you're my type
When you open up your mouth, oh, God, I wanna die
What a waste of a face like yours
Like yours

Watching love up from the bleachers
Tired of being a cheerleader
Picking petals for a keeper
But I'm running out of flowers

What a waste of a face like yours
What a shame, you were nothing more
Than a night to remember, a hand-me-down sweater
A future as dry as the desert
With your hands on my body, I'm swearing you're my type
When you open up your mouth, oh, God, I wanna die
What a waste (what a waste)
Of a face (of a face), like yours
Oh-oh, oh-ooh