You didn't, so don't tell me that you tried so hard No, you didn't try at all You're sorry you missed my call I hate this new form of communication Only reason we conform is for fornication But isn't everything We all had something we were interested in But we lost sight of it at the age of thirteen When the puberty and pharmaceuticals set in Doctor, fix me They didn't, told me that they tried so hard So I'm not good for you right now You'll look for my love next fall You tell me off like I'm some sort of lover Why what do you take me for Some sort of first-class whore You tried to sew me up My stitches falling out Revealing spine I crave I traced my blood Was leaking