Punks in Paris

I’m not a lover or a fighter
I am a self-conscious dick
Love’s between a girl and her drug dealer
A love between a boy and bitterness
And I’m afraid of the way that I feel
I’m afraid my feelings aren’t real
Cause I cried more at Terminator 2
Than when I got left by you
So self-righteous
So self-loathing
And I just found a tick living in my hair
I don’t pull him off
I’m just glad something needs me to be here
And now I’m tasting wine and cheese
Taking rides on my jet-ski
I can afford all these things
With the money I was saving for your engagement ring
So self-righteous
So self-loathing
So self-righteous
So self-loathing
And if Kanye West feels alone sometimes
What hope do I have?
What hope do I have?
And if Kanye West feels alone sometimes
What hope do I have?
What hope do I have?
What hope do I have? (x6)