I wrote, a goodbye note
in lipstick on your arm
when you passed out

I couldn't bring myself to call
except to call it quits


Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers and not the other way around
Racing through the city, windows down

in the back of yellow checkered cars

You're wrong?

Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?

You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?

Are we all wrong?

(this city says)

Come, hell or high water
well I'm feeling hot and wet
I can't commit to a thing,

be it heart or hospital

Best friends, ex-friends to the end

Better off as lovers and not the other way around
Racing through the city, windows down
in the back

of yellow checkered cars

You're wrong?

Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?



You're wrong?

Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?


The tombstones are waiting
they were half engraved

they knew it was over
Just didn't know the date


And I cast a spell over the west
to make you think of me
same way I think of you

This is a love song in my own way
happily ever after, below the waist.


Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers


Racing through the city windows down
in the back of yellow checkered cars


You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?

Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?

You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?


Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers and not the other way around


Ex-friends to the end
Better of as yoo oh oh