you call to tell me we can never be friends any more,
after i've offered you my littlest shred of sympathy
jett told me i was inviting trouble and now i for sure believe him
when you tell me you don't want to be the boy who never stops being in love with me,
i have to smile because your admitting defeat before you've even finished your sentence
wishing i had the phone charging from jett
phones gonna die
slip on pants to go talk to you in the wind
i tell you i enjoyed the ticket i had for your ride
the world a mess
wild at heart and weird on top
can't make the tears come to my eyes
just like that night way back when with
the tears of black streaming down my face
and the razors blade in my mouth
not as cute as me and not as smart as me
and we all know it
i wondering if that's what she meant by you don't want anything else
lets go break bottles in the alley way
where i'm gonna jump you
and cut your face off kid
clean off
just wanna tell you one last time
i love you
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