"I'm trouble" she said. Spread out on the floor of her father's house. Her promise was almost undone. Under her tongue dissolving her responsibilities. To finally deny everyone with unflattering comparison. CHORUS. All grown up. And you don't care anymore. And you hate all the people that you used to adore. And you despise all the rumors and lies of the life you led before. Did I hear you right?. You're feeling hounded and pushed around. You want to just lay down and die. If all of this life has been such a big disappointment to you. Why don't you stop blaming some guy. And go give the next one a try. CHORUS. But look at yourself. You'll see you're still so young. You haven't earned the weariness. That sounds so jaded on your tongue. "I'm weak" she says. And blesses herself and gets into bed. Clutching the covers to her throat. "So punish me now and let me go back to the sham of my life". "This night is the perfect antidote for all of the poison that. you wrote". CHORUS.