Slits on Your Wrists Lyrics

You dressed up emo to his gig,

stole some vodka took a swig.

And as it burned your throat you looked at him,

and wondered if he thought you were thin.

Can't wait to recall the night to the toffs at school,

yeah his band's song is cool.

Have to say he's no james blunt,

and when you talk to him you found he was a cunt!

His girlfriend, is giving you a dirty stare!

His girlfriend, is giving you a dirty stare!

He doesn't care how you dress to his gig,

if you steal vodka take a swig.

It slips down your throat you look at him,

you realize he doesn't give a shit if you're fat

or if you're thin...

So you recall the night to the toffs at school

now you look uncool,

and off your ipod you delete james blunt.

Because you think it makes you look like a cunt,

it doesn't.

I think the shit is hitting the fan,

I've been putting up with behavior so uneven its giving me a streaky tan.

One minute you're so loud the next you're not there,

the toffs ignore you the emos don't care.

As you sprinkle your sadness everywhere,

I wonder why I hand my life out to share.

He's got a girlfriend and he blocked you on MSN,

he doesn't spare a thought.

he resisted 'cause the facade was a shit idea

now your caught.

Despite your best efforts you never kissed,

now all you've got is slits on your wrists.

His girlfriend, is giving you a dirty stare!

His girlfriend, is giving you a dirty stare!