What's the point of going out?   I don't have a thing to dance about   Cause everyone's in love with everyone but me   These girls are kissing other chicks   Flashing guys who post the pics   No, this ain't my scene   But damn, it's got you good      It's close to midnight   And you're making plans just to make out with   Anyone who fits the mood      I'm afraid I've said too much;   The clothes I wore, they don't impress you      [Chorus]   Fallen hard, but you don't know my name   And how I need to feel a hand in mine   One heartbeat at a time   Maybe I'm starting to feel something      Close and tossing stares   Bite your lip and twirl your hair   You're the hottest thing   And you're well aware   Oh how they beg, and how they plea   Shortest skirt with rug burned knees   You're so typical, and typically a whore      I'm afraid I've said to much;   The clothes I wore, they don't impress you      [Chorus]      You've got hopes and dreams   And I've got plots and schemes   This is probably another thing to cloud my memory   You cloud my memory      I'm afraid I've said too much;   The clothes I wore, they don't impress you      [Chorus]