Fried rice and fitted sheets
I've lost all my personality
I've played the game
I've lost it twice
I think I might just win this time
But who knows?
Yeah, who knows?
But if I could avoid those small town signs
That say those cheesy things like:
If you ever get a chance to treat them like they treated you, I hope you walk away
No friends and reprimands
I cannot seem to understand
I've played the game
I've lost it thrice
I think I might just quit this time
I've played the game
I've lost it thrice
I think I might just quit this time