Your selfishness is horrid And your beauty is queen Puts the pain gut-wrenching And the grass a sickly green The troubles of youth Have got your hair in a mess And when you speak there's length in excess About your storm and stress
  Our love was never sacred Kept me figuring out what to do L-O-V-E, I hate you
  There's blood on the frosting When you cut the cake The meaning lies much deeper You're a big mistake Let me count the ways On the squirming centipede You'll never find what you're looking for With these insatiable needs Your passion is a pesticide The birds and bees are never in my trees You'll never find what you're looking for With these insatiable needs The trouble of youth Have got your hair in a mess When you speak There's length in excess About your storm and stress