Sometimes, I do believe, I fantasize about you and me.
And what we had, and what we'll have.
When I show up for school one day, show up to your house.
And you're busy with some new girl that you forget to tell me about.
But you let me in anyway.
Pleasantly awkward, and we hit Kirby Lane.
Have one of our 'talks' that makes us feel better about ourselves
-about US.
Do you know how much I miss you?
And how I hate that you don't call me?
ANd how I'm drifting further and further away
and how am I supposed to make you stay
when you're there with MethHead
and I'm listening to more and more Emo
You hate it, you don't hate it, do you, love?
Do you love me?
I'm turning down advances left & right to hear you mean it.
To hear you say it one [829742] more time[s]
Why can't we end this?
Or can we? Or are you?
I miss the house, I miss the parents.
I miss the Marlboro Lights
[I bought a pack just the other day to be closer to you]
The love in your eyes
and YOURE NOT PERFECT YOURE NOT PERFECT
You fucked her and you LIKED IT
what do we have to say for ourselves now?
keep listening to the same old songs
bashing heads in "What went wrong?"
it's over, you're making it over, aren't you?
It's too hard, isn't it?
They got to you, didn't they?

Please don't let there be reason to stop smiling.