You're so unoriginal for leaving me on read Know you peaked in high school But it still gets to your head Hot can only take you as far as my bed Well, at least, we got that It's not your fault, your looks are ridiculous Just your fault, you're not living up to it Oh, my God, it's right at your fingertips Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh What a waste of a face like yours What a shame, you were nothing more Than a night to remember, a hand-me-down sweater A future as dry as the desert With your hands on my body, I'm swearing you're my type When you open up your mouth, oh, God, I wanna die What a waste of a face like yours You're so trigger happy when you speak about yourself I love watching you talk, but baby, listening is hell You seem so good on paper, but you're boring as Excel And that math don't add up It's not your fault, your looks are ridiculous Just your fault, you're not living up to it Oh, my God, it's right at your fingertips Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh What a waste of a face like yours What a shame, you were nothing more Than a night to remember, a hand-me-down sweater A future as dry as the desert With your hands on my body, I'm swearing you're my type When you open up your mouth, oh, God, I wanna die What a waste of a face like yours Like yours Watching love up from the bleachers Tired of being a cheerleader Picking petals for a keeper But I'm running out of flowers What a waste of a face like yours What a shame, you were nothing more Than a night to remember, a hand-me-down sweater A future as dry as the desert With your hands on my body, I'm swearing you're my type When you open up your mouth, oh, God, I wanna die What a waste (what a waste) Of a face (of a face), like yours Oh-oh, oh-ooh