I'm not tryna ruin your fun You're just a little bit late, I guess you're already done There's this feeling I can't shake 'cause I'm too dumb I'm never doing the right thing, so I'm so stuck If you see me in America, I might say, "Hi" But if you meet me out in Europe, I'm a talkative guy Maybe we'll talk over scones around lunch some time And I've never been to France, so it might be nice But I can't take this paparazzi, jeez It's like the camera's always out and always starin' at me And if I say the wrong thing, they'll cut my tongue 'til it bleeds Always whippin' out their pitchforks when you try to speak (But that couldn't be me) Next day I'm walkin' the road Kickin' rocks, it's my fault My life's the worst story told I'll be this way 'til I'm old I rip a page out the book I'm just so misunderstood I always think about her And when my life felt good I smoked a cig' on the porch It doesn't help me at all I wonder, "What's it all for? Is this the girl I adored?" And I know I can't afford Watchin' her walk out the door So I keep it to myself And keep my feet on the floor