Hold on
They left me in the back yard
Where they all kissed their little boyfriends
And went inside for more of it
I’d rather die

Cause you got me
You got me hiding my legs from the skinny boys
In the garden
Breathing in all their chemicals

You’re here somewhere
You’re here somewhere
Foolish heart

Deadbeats
Machines, we got our teeth cleaned
Aren’t we pretty?
Smells like nicotine
She isn’t funny
He’s a cruiser, I’m a loser

You got me
You got me wearing my laces
Your face is all that I think on
I think on
You’re probably gone

Or you’re here somewhere
You’re here somewhere
Foolish heart

Foolish heart
Foolish heart
Foolish heart