Rock, Paper, Scissors
Connor Brooker
Lean forward just to push me over
I'm never gonna win
I can tell you're a brat from the way that you sat
Now that I'm the king of the playground
Blood dripping from my shin
I can tell you're a brat but you don't wanna hear that
Rock, Paper, Scissors you play with my heart
Washed up and hating it right from the start
Not sure, beat up int he school after park
For you
I know we're only so young
But just give it ten more years and i'll still be having fun
And you'll be hating yourself, you'll be all by yourself
Will you think about me
When you're stoned and you're broke and you're failing University
I'll be all by myself
Looking after my health