Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Stuff.


You told me you can't wait to see me
and you didn't bother to even show up
This whole situations incredibly typical
Don't pick up the phone,
don't bother to look in my direction
I shoulda seen it all along
I shoulda seen it all along
It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off
home on a saturday night
with all my doors locked down tight
I won't be thinkin' about you, baby
Home on a saturday night
with all my doors locked down tight
I won't be thinkin' about you, baby

Forget everything you think you know about me
This isn't highschool
This isn't highschool
This isn't highschool
This isn't highschool
This isn't highschool
This isn't highschool
This isn't highschool
This isn't highschool

(forget everything you think you know about me)

-Last Chance to Lose Your Keys

1 Comments:

At 11:30 PM, Blogger Jenna said...

Don't ask me where all of this random commenting is coming from.
You should add me to your msn list and msn this song to me because I really want it.
jnicholea@hotmail.com

 

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