Yesterday we went out again
There was a couple beside us
When I asked God for someone
I wanted that kind of person
I feel like I chose wrong
The more I go out and meet people
Drinks together, has things to talk about
Is happy, makes out
And we just fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
I feel like I chose wrong
The more I go out and meet people
Drinks together, has things to talk about
Is happy, makes out
And we just fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
I'm tired of seeing everybody happy but me
(Throw that hand to the sky
I feel like I chose wrong
The more I go out and meet people
Drinks together, has things to talk about
Is happy, makes out
And we just fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
I feel like I chose wrong
The more I go out and meet people
Drinks together, has things to talk about
Is happy, makes out
And we just fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
I'm tired of seeing everybody happy but me