Friday, 3:44 p.m.   Inconsistancy What have I got to offer you? Just my heart And my pretty face. And I'm not smart like you And I'm not athletically inclined And I'm not that interesting or funny And there are girls out there with prettier faces than mine. And there are plenty of hearts out there, mine's nothing special. What have I got to offer you? Not much, darling. Not much. Her hair's down, in her face Her earrings don't match She slouches when she sits The wind wreaks havoc on her hair Her makeup is smudged She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen I'd become her friend Learn her secrets But she's apathetic She doesn't care what you think I wish I was her I want to be her There's a party tonight All the cool kids are going They'll get wasted They won't remember a thing And it's the cool thing to do It's the cool thing to be She's not a cool kid I'd become her friend Learn her secrets But she's apathetic She doesn't care what you think I wish I was her I want to be her Her clothes are eye-catching but you don't notice them anyway. She only has one pair of shoes And she wears them only half of the time