You're so unoriginal 哎哟，这诗行满载情绪的幽微， For leaving me on read 仿佛描绘了一次希望破灭的邂逅，
Know you peaked in high school but it still gets to your head 你的姿色迷人，灵魂却失色，昔日校园荣光仍在梦中闪烁， Hot can only take you as far as my bed 但那种吸引力仅存于刹那间的亲近之间。 Well, at least we got that 至少，在那个瞬间，我们共享了彼此的世界。 It's not your fault 这不是你的过错， Your looks are ridiculous 你亮丽的外表令人无法忽视， Just your fault 却也成为沉重的枷锁。 You're not living up to it 你未曾照亮期望中的璀璨星辰。 Oh my god 哦，我的天， It's right at your fingertips 一切皆在指间流转 Oh oh oh 却终成一场空， What a waste of a face like yours 哎，多么悲惋， What a shame you were nothing more 绝代风华竟付流水， Than a night to remember a hand-me-down sweater 可惜，不过是回忆中一件传承的毛衣 A future as dry as the desert 遥望的未来荒芜如烈日下的沙丘。 With your hands on my body I'm swearing you're my type 纵使肌肤相亲，我仍坚信你符合我的理想， When you open up your mouth, oh god, I wanna die 但你启唇的刹那，哦，我心中祈求遁入静寂。 What a waste of a face like yours 何其痛惜，如斯容颜的枉费， You're so trigger happy when you speak about yourself 自述时你充满热情， I love watching you talk 我赞美你的滔滔雄辩， But baby listening is hell 却在倾听中感受到苦涩。 You seem so good on paper but you're boring as excel 纸面上的你光鲜亮丽，生活中的你却乏味如算术公式 And that math don't add up 这反差教人迷惑。 It's not your fault 这不是你的过失， Your looks are ridiculous 美的过于耀眼，也招致遗憾， Just your fault 的确是你的过失， You're not living up to it 你的内在没能与外在相符相应。 Oh my god 唉，我的天， It's right at your fingertips 机缘近在眼前， Oh oh oh 哦哦哦 What a waste of a face like yours 多么可惜，浪费了这般容貌。 What a shame you were nothing more 何等遗憾，你仅仅止步于此， Than a night to remember a hand-me-down sweater 不过是回忆中一件传承的毛衣 A future as dry as the desert 一个枯燥如沙漠的未来等待着你。 With your hands on my body I'm swearing you're my type 你拥我入怀，我确信你是我的心仪之人， When you open up your mouth, oh god, I wanna die 但当你张口，哦，神啊，我愿化为乌有。 What a waste of a face like yours 多大的遗憾，令这样的容颜蒙尘。 Like yours 就如你这样， Watching love up from the bleachers 在看台边默默注视爱意升起 Tired of being a cheerleader 厌倦了充当欢呼者的角色 Picking petals for a keeper 一遍遍摘取花瓣寻找答案， But I'm running out of flowers 而我手中的花朵即将凋零殆尽。 What a waste of a face like yours 多么可惜，未将美丽善用。 What a shame you were nothing more 遗憾至极，你只是昙花一现的过客， Than a night to remember a hand-me-down sweater 犹如时光长河中流转的遗物， A future as dry as the desert 预见的明天枯瘠如焦土。 With your hands on my body I'm swearing you're my type 你的手指轻掠过我，我深信你是命中注定 When you open up your mouth, oh god, I wanna die 而你的声音响起，哦，我内心期盼隐退。 What a waste of a face like yours 多遗憾，让那样一副面貌承受这样的命运。
