u r too

At least you are too

My plate and my fridge isn't running so it can't be saved

It was my birthday last week, I didn't get presents or a cake

But it's okay, cause the gluten makes my tummy ache

Don't mind all the interviews, I seem to run fashionably

You're the only thing in my life that I can call great

Where the fuck I find another one like you

With green eyes and looks look good in blue

I put up with your lies, you do too too

I'm pretty fucked up