Ballad of a homeschooled girl Olivia Rodrigo

Cat got my tongue

And I dont think I get along with anyone

Blood running cold

Im on the outside of the greatest inside joke

And I hate all my clothes

Feels like my skin doesnt fit right over my bones

So I guess I should go

The partys done, and Im no fun, I know, I know

I know, I know



I broke a glass, I tripped and fell

I told secrets I shouldnt tell

I stumbled over all my words

I made it weird, I made it worse

Each time I step outside

Its social suicide

Its social suicide

Wanna curl up and die

Its social suicide



Ah-ah, ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah



I laughed at the wrong time, sat with the wrong guy (Uh-huh)

Searchin "how to start a conversation?" on a website (How to flirt?)

I talked to this hot guy, swore I was his type

Guess that he was makin out with boys, like the whole night (Oh)

Everythin I do is tragic (Oh)

Every guy I like is gay (Oh)

The morning after I panic (Oh)

Oh God, what did I say? (Oh, oh, oh)