Naive

You ruined all my favorite bands Every time I sing along I always see your hands That perfect skin against my sweaty palms And your face of discontent always made me feel so small You abused all my favorite books I know you never read half the ones you took Still all the pages are torn and frayed Memorized the underlined hoping to impress me But it won't work I'm not that naive No, we won't work You just don't get me