New in my ears, Hollywood shitty dance music
Can't dance myself clean enough to feel like a real person
Now Frances is from Frisco, she plays volleyball at Yale
Took a hit from a stranger so I got her email
It won't even matter which photographs I like
She'll just sit on my phone 'til she forgets that I'm alive
I hate the way I am and I hate the way things are
And I'm singing, thinking, walking to my car
What's the point of dancing if I just go home alone
In my Honda Civic I don't even fucking own?
Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age
So if I die alone, I'll only have myself to blame
I have a few moves that she spoke, still ringing in my ear
She said that she liked singing in the spirit of a queer
God forbid I touch someone or actually play it cool
Fuck my insecurities and fuck this fucking fool
Now I'm going ninety and it's 3 o'clock at night
And I feel like a piece of shit for speeding, fuck my life
'Cause I don't want to be out and I don't want to be home
Just looking for some danger to pretend that I'm grown
What's the point of dancing if I just go home alone
In my Honda Civic I don't even fucking own?
Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age
So if I die alone, I'll only have myself to blame
I may not be in love with you but frankly, pretend
Be cheap and behave and introduce me to your friends
Take me to a party where I will not do songbooks
Running to the bathroom with an everlasting shrug
And when it all is over and you're nowhere to be found
I'll find myself singing to a thirty-person crowd
A paladin or a eulogy, who really gives a fuck?
'Cause if I die alone, it will not be because of luck
What's the point of dancing if I just go home alone
In my Honda Civic I don't even fucking own?
Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age
