Nope your too late i already died

I'm not tryna ruin your fun
You're just a little bit late, I guess you're already done
There's this feeling I can't shake 'cause I'm too dumb
I'm never doing the right thing so I'm so stuck
If you see me in America I might say, "hi"
But if you meet me out in Europe I'm a talkative guy
Maybe we'll talk over scones around lunch some time
And I've never been to France so it might be nice
But I can't take this paparazzi, geez
It's like the camera's always out and always staring at me
And if I say the wrong thing they'll cut my tongue 'til it bleeds
Always whipping out their pitch forks when you try to speak
But that couldn't be me
Next day I'm walkin' the road
Kickin' rocks it's my fault
My life's the worst story told
I'll be this way 'til I'm old
I rip a page out the book
I'm just so misunderstood
I always think about her
And when my life felt good I smoked a cig on the porch
It doesn't help me at all, I wonder what's it all for?
Is this the girl I adored and I know I can't afford
Watchin' her walk out the door so I keep it to myself
And keep my feet on the floor