Sitting in the car from a long day after school

And I'd be so tired from trying to play it cool

I got my tucked shirt, baggy jeans, put it on as long as it's new

Cause I got no style until everyone says it's true

Got me howling in the lunch lot, all they say to me is there is no moon

But I don't want to hide behind the pick me's and pick me too's

Because I'm marching to my own drum, but not until you count off a one and two

Strumming my guitar, but I can't even play the blues

Coughing up my lungs in the back seat

Look like a tool

Could I be so fine with having to play

The fool

I got a scuffed face, deepfaked

So they can never tell who's who

But even with my faces

I couldn't make one that's true

Feeling like its all day

When we're all playing

The game of truth

So I don't want to lie

You know I can't tell between the two

But then if no one fucks up

What the fuck are they supposed to give meaning to

Looking down from above

Like I don't give into the rules

Coughing up my lungs in the back seat

Look like a tool

Could I be so fine with having to play

The fool

I got a scuffed face, deepfaked

So they can never tell who's who

But even with my faces

I couldn't make one that's true