Remember when you told me that it's not easy These things never happen It's always the same thing, that you're angry And you hate me Now I know it's pretty easy All I have to do is get a job one day Maybe after that all my interests and thoughts will go away It's hard to say I know you feel down and out But just wait, it gets worse When you're down and you're a beauty school dropout I'm a beauty school dropout And if and when it happens Feel free to call me, I hope it works out for ya I know it's torture, moved to California Can't say I warned her I guess all that's left is that I wish you the best This shit's a fucking mess I can't believe, goddamn We were made for each other Never be with another Now I don't like your pictures on the 'gram I know you feel down and out But just wait, it gets worse When you're down and you're a beauty school