Besedila: Taking Back Sunday. Tell All Your Friends. You're So Last Summer.

She said, "Don't
Don't let it go to your head
Boys like you are a dime a dozen
Boys like you are a dime a dozen"

She said, "You're a touch overrated
You're a lush, and I hate it"
But these grass stains on my knees
They won't mean a thing

And all I need to know
Is that I'm something you'll be missing

Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that far
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that

I'd never lie to you
Unless I had to, I'll do what I got to
Unless I had to, I'll do what I got to

The truth is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt

And all I need to know
Is that I'm something you'll be missing

Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that far
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that

'Cause I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This'll be the last chance you get to drop my name
'Cause I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This'll be the last chance you get to drop my name

If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar

If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar

Maybe I should hate you for this
(If only you knew half as much as you pretend to)
Maybe I should hate you for this
(If only you knew half as much as you pretend to)