Tell ’Em I’m Stoned

I keep thinkin that these tears will dry up somehow
That the pain would leave when them
If I cried them all out
But the water’s rising
I really think that I should slow down
Drowning in ones tears, what a way to go out
There’s a party down the street that I should go to
There’s people I should meet to help with what I go through
I Look into the mirror, say that “I don’t know you, you look like trash and everyone will think it’s so true.”

I’ll Tell em I’m stoned. They don’t have to know
I’ve never smoked the reefer
And I don’t have to show, that the red in my eyes
Isn’t from highs
Cause no one wants to be friends with the boy who cries

All the girls here show their boobs, it makes me sick
And all the frat dudes keep on talkin up they dick
If I left now they’d think that I was a lunatic
Guess I’ll stay till eleven , then I’m ducking quick
I’m sitting in a corner, and I’m spacing out. Because lord knows that I’ve got a lot to think about
Girls approach me and I’m sitting open mouthed
She asks, “what is going on with you? Why you got a pout?”

I’ll Tell em I’m stoned. They don’t have to know
I’ve never smoked the reefer
And I don’t have to show, that the red in my eyes
Isn’t from highs
Cause no one wants to be friends with the boy who cries

Hey bro, come takes these shots
I don’t know man. I’m fine i don’t know
Hey man, why our eyes so red? Are you crying?
I’m not crying, just-
Why you crying?
I’m not crying okay-
Why you crying man?
I’m just, on a lot of drugs, I guess

I’ll Tell em I’m stoned. They don’t have to know
I’ve never smoked the reefer
And I don’t have to show, that the red in my eyes
Isn’t from highs
Cause no one wants to be friends with the boy who cries

I’ll Tell em I’m stoned. They don’t have to know
I’ve never smoked the reefer
And I don’t have to show, that the red in my eyes
Isn’t from highs
Cause no one wants to be friends with the boy who cries