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 over-rated.
You’re a lush, and I hate it.
But these grass stains on my knees,
They won’t mean a thing

[Chorus]
And all I need to know is that I’m something you’ll be missin’
Well, 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

[Chorus]

Cuz I’m a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This’ll be the last chance you’ll get to drop my name
Cuz I’m a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This’ll be the last time you’ll 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
Maybe I should hate you for this
Maybe I should hate you for this


Mum is convinced that Im gay, Joy called at 12:30 and hung up on her, and Im wondering why she would call like that. But anywho, I stayed home from school because Im sick and I don’t feel good, Im in my Jammies. *huggles her bear* I miss you all bunches. *kisses* You’re so last summer