Nope Your Too Late I Already Died

I'm not tryin' to ruin your fun You're just a little bit late I guess you're already done There's this feeling I can't shake 'cause I'm too dumb I'm never doing the right thing so I'm so stuck If you see me in America I might say hi But if you meet me out in Europe I'm a talkative guy Maybe we'll talk over scones around lunch some time And I've never met a fan so it might be nice But I can't take this paparazzi, geez It's like the camera's always out and always starin' at me And if I say the wrong thing, they'll cut my tongue 'til it bleeds Always whippin' out their pitchforks when you try to speak But that couldn't be me Next day I'm walkin' the road, kickin' rocks, it's my fault My life's the worst story told, I'll be this way 'til I'm old I rip a page out the book, I'm just so misunderstood I always think about her and when my life felt good I smoked a cig on the porch It doesn't help me at all, I wonder what's it all for? Is this the girl I adored and I know I can't afford Watchin' her walk out the door So I keep it to myself and keep my feet on the floor