Hey Thomas, with your short ass hair We'll call you out everywhere that we can
And I promise to be a bitch of a bully So that my friends think I'm funny at your expense
You wear those bruised clothes You know we don't approve
I won't show the parts of you we wanna see
And what you don't know Is that you're breaking all the rules
We can't accept your point of view We can't correct you
Hey Thomas, I thought we had this discussion Your definition of disgusting on our lips
And you're perfect
We get to tell you how to think Your imperfections make you weaker than you know
And yet you walk around here as if you own the place As if you had the right to say we're wrong
But you said you're right
Connect it up and try to look from where we're coming from
We're obviously better done, we're always gonna win
And although we can't fix you right now We've got the high ground
You're way below what you stood before Don't take our notice when it falls down
You're nothing more than a girl who really wants to be childish to see
Thomas, I thought you promised to be good
You've opted out of what you always should say yes to
And we don't allow this Your reputation's at its end
My friend, your modesty has let you down for the last time
But I wear those loose clothes I know they don't approve
I won't show the parts of me they wanna see
And what I do know Is that I'm breaking all your rules
I won't accept your point of view You can't correct me
And although you can't fix me right now I've got the high ground
I'm way above what I stood before Don't take advice when it falls down
You're nothing more than a girl who feels the urge to be childish to see
Thomas