Tracy's in her room With a bottle of alcohol in her sock drawers Taken for a fool She cries and tries to forget the words she spoke to her I owe you Now it's quarter to two She's a bleacher away from her, and the night bleeds blue She really thinks it's true She doesn't know that she's out of line if she says it too Saying I love you Tracy's in her room With a bottle of alcohol in her sock drawer Taken for a fool She cries and tries to forget the words she spoke to her Singing I hate you