I Find it Quite Hard to Respect You.

You smoke,
You drink,
You party,
You have sex,

I find it quite hard
to respect you,
as you sit and
pop X.

I think you're oblivious
to our fake, disgusted smiles,
and our incredulous eyes,
that last a long while.

You act like it's funny,
but it's all just the same.
It's ridiculous and a waste --
you're an example of lame.

On a scale of one to ten,
I'd count you as a zero.

You smoke,
You drink,
You party,
You have sex,

I find it quite hard
to respect you
as you sit and
pop X.

Do you forget that
you're thirteen,
and that you're
committing three crimes?

You're having sex
with adults,
just to get a
good time.

You talk about
other girls,
and call them
"dirty whores";

How do you have
the audacity to
say that
when you're ten times
more?

You smoke,
You drink,
You party,
You steal,

You'll suck on
a dick,
and call it a meal.

I care about you,
You're my friends,
but I honestly hope
karma gets you. . .

Because until you
hit rock bottom,
you won't get a clue.

I hope you get
pregnant,
I hope you OD,
I hope you get
caught,
then maybe you'd
see:

That just maybe
drugs aren't the best,
and you shouldn't
have sex,
and to save drinking
for later,
and at most,
to keep it as a fantasy
in a text.

You smoke,
You drink,
You party,
You have sex,

I find it quite hard
to respect you
as you sit and
pop X.

Quit with the drugs,
Quit with the sex,
Stop getting wasted,
and acting like you're
the best.

Because one day
you'll regret this,
and there'll be things
you miss,

and things you wish
you hadn't done,
that gave you illegal bliss.