The Deathstrokes - Heather Sinclair Lyrics

What the hell is wrong with me?
They'll never even glance at me?
I never could've known just
What drama queens will always be

It's trouble finding love when
All you got are princesses
There's this constant talk of playing
And you are out of her league

All they say is that this is growing up
We never got a chance to say
You're a little whore and you're a f*cking bitch
I think you're dumb anyway

High school sass is all I hear
It echoes around these halls
Who the f*ck is Heather Sinclair?
Why should I care anyway?

Chit chat, giggle your socks off
Oh my God look that's so cute
I'll pretend like I didn't hear you
Somersault down to the music room

It's trouble finding love when
High school girls are judgemental
There's this constant talk of playing
And there is the only league

All they say is that this is growing up
We never got a chance to say
You're a little whore and you're a f*cking bitch
I think you're dumb anyway

High school sass is all I hear
It echoes around these halls
Who the f*ck is Heather Sinclair?
Why should I care anyway?

This is
The last
Of this
Right?

It never ends, it never ends
They're still over there at the coffee shop
Flirting with Hunky Dave the Narc Man
And writing off me as a living human being

All they say is that this is growing up
We never got a chance to say
You're a little whore and you're a f*cking bitch
I think you're dumb anyway

High school sass is all I hear
It echoes around these halls
Who the f*ck is Heather Sinclair?
I don't give a shit anyway