Sing me your favourite song before I wake up
Hold me before I wake up, kiss me hard
Whisper in my ear that you were wrong
And I'll forgive you
You fuck things up that's what you do
But you're so much more than this

Boys are raised to be assertive
But I am not a go getter
No I'm not even clever
And I was told I could be violent
But my hands are too weak and I just rather be sweet

It's been about a month or half
Since you went away, you told me that was for the best
Well I've been feeling like a dying dog that you've been kicking
Still can't stop dreaming about your face, I feel ridiculous

My folks are worried 'cause they don't believe that I don't want you
Oh, telling lies it's not my thing
I cried while watching her for the first time this week in my room
You would be proud, I know you would
Samantha can't beat you

Boys are raised to be assertive
But I am not a go getter
No I'm not even clever
And I was told I could be violent
But my hands are too weak and I just rather be sweet
Girls are raised to be the kindest
But you treat me like shit so
We're both fighting the system

What can I do baby?
What can I do baby?