Go Scratch

Why's a party like a sharps container?
Shaking hands, making friends
Something Something about passing judgement and only seeing the best in people
I guess I just missed school that day

Hell is other people using your bathroom
Shaking hands, making friends
There's a special place in hell for people that corner me at bars
And talk my ear off about their stupid fucking band
I might hate myself
But you, you're worse

Shaking hands, making friends
Shaking hands, making friends