I'm out of character and I'm through pretending you think I'm strange because I let that show
I don't know why you want to skip to the ending when there's so much I've still got to know
I'm not polite and I wont play your games don't even want to know your name
I've never been an overachiever didn't get every thing that I asked for
Didn't make me into a believer not for lack of trying, to be sure
Where you going baby, I'm not done yet the gun's not loaded and we just met
Got a bottle riding shotgun
But there's room for two
There are things I'd still like to do to you
You're full of these preconceived notions I know you've got me in some stupid little book
Think you've read me, know all my emotions I think you'd better take a closer look