High road of hell

Is that how you feel?
Is that what you want?
Well, I could be immature,
And call you a cunt

I could call you a bastard
or a bitchy whore
I could be juvenile
But nothing else more

But I think I'll turn right
Off middle school street
To a place called logic
You're publicly beat

You've been out numbered
In all comeback scores
And in this game
Less isn't more

I wouldn't mind being friends
But you had to erupt
You're just another child
That needs to grow up