I can’t remember the last time
I slept with someone I
Actually liked and he went down on me
I can’t recall a memory
Of someone driving me
Home and not asking for a blow job

I’d rather die
Than hook up with another straight white guy
I’d rather die
Than fake it like I'm having a good time
I’d rather die
Than spend the night
With another Ryan
Or Matthew
Or John
Yeah, I’d rather die
Die, die, die, die, die
Roll over and die

I don’t know how you think we’re gonna fuck
When you can’t get it up
I'm sick of hearing it’s the alcohol
And when you're finally in the mood
It lasts like one or two seconds
And then you’re done and wanna spoon

I'm just saying
It’s not fair to
Leave me hanging like this
I'm just saying
It’s not fair to
Leave me hanging like this

I’d rather die
I'd rather die
Than hook up with another straight white guy
I’d rather die
Than fake it like I'm having a good time
I’d rather die
Than spend the night
With another Kyle
Or Spencer
Or Rob
Or Michael
Or Jason
Or Charlie
Or Jackson
Or Henry
Or Steven
Or Connor
Or Chad
Yeah, I'd rather die
Die, die, die, die, die
Roll over and die