All Dressed Up with Nowhere to Go like Some Ditched Girl on Prom Night




You know, I have never felt as alone as I do now--
All dressed up with nowhere to go.
How dumb must I look to you?
Sitting here in my fancy clothes,
Crying my eyes out like some dumb girl on prom night.
But this isn't prom and this isn't high school,
Even though nothing's changed and
Everything has stayed the same--
I'm still different but you're the same.
And I'm sick and tired of taking shots and hits
And asking for no breaks or deals
And just taking this shit day after day.
Don't try to give me a guilt trip,
Because I take one every day,
And I don't need your help to feel less about myself.
In fact, I think you need to shut your mouth.
Because in the end, though I'm dressed up with no where to go,
And I'm sitting her crying my eyes out alone
And looking like an idiot while you're off at the ball,
At least I look better than you and I have only myself to thank for that.