The Party Girl

She likes herself too much, there's lipstick on her mirror We drank most nights away, intentions never clear But her mind was full of lies, and she hung me out to dry The party girl was her disguise She was a drag It wasn't my fault she told her dad But "not a damn soul" She's fucking mad, a psychopath So future me don't you ever look back I guess she wasn't mrs. perfect that I knew What makes it worse is that her feelings weren't true 'Cuz if I was the perfect guy, she'd still leave me behind She's beautiful but such a mess She was a drag It wasn't my fault she told her dad But "not a damn soul" She's fucking mad, a psychopath So future me don't you ever look back Don't you ever look back She was a drag It wasn't my fault she told her dad But "not a damn soul" She's fucking mad, a psychopath So future me don't you ever look back She's such a drag So what a damn shame I took her back It's all damn game She's fucking mad, a psychopath So future me don't you ever look back