Can someone please jog my memory?

I'm not sure if it's the beer talking or just me

But I'm 23 and still a-f***ing-lone and I'm paranoid of talking on the phone

All my best friends are obsessed with marble hornets and porn star ****

They've got one thing in common

They're fake as f***ing shit and I'm over it

I promised myself I wouldn't sing another song about that girl that f***ed me and left

And I find it funny how I always end up letting myself down but I guess it's reassurance that I'm still human

All my best friends are obsessed with smoking weed and getting *****

So I'm always sitting by myself. why do I put up with this shit?

Well, I'm over it

Roses are red

Violets are blue

My only regret is loving you

All my best friends are f***ing gone or live three states away

So I'm always writing songs about being alone but I'm over it

No, I'