Little boys with their porno I'm not over it Every man that you know Would have run at the word go Oh, I know they hurt you so You can cry I won't go You can scream, I won't go Makes me feel like something's wrong with me

Ooh why do we, we have to be Enemies, enemies? Forget all the scars All that they are Memories, memories Oh oh I know it hurts 'cause I feel it too I'm so sick of planning all my nights, nights 'Round avoiding you it’s gotta end We don’t have to love

And I would turn on the TV But it's so embarrassing To see all the other people I don't know what they mean And it was magic at first But now this world is gonna hurt Turn it around When they spoke without sound You better turn that thing down