you smiled at me with that half-ass grin
you know the one you give me all the time
with a face like that you should be on the cover of a

magazine
but you don't read them "they're not my type", at
least that's what you say


i won't say a word if you won't either tonight
you can stand there all evening if you'd like

but the looks you're gonna throw my way won't make me
any less conviced
you're a smalltown girl with a big mouth, and i'm

through with this

lovely, you look so lovely in your new suede shoes

they're you're favorite, mine too, will you take them
with you
when you run through your woods you've got back at home?

past the sunset and over the dirty roads
look at you, a well dressed hypocrite
you sing all the songs you hated when you were a kid

you know the ones you never knew the words to
and that's alright, 'cause you're all grown up
but just because you can spell love, doesn't mean you

should say it so much

i can't fight the dark if you don't give me some

light
you say daytime is your favorite, but you're so unfaitful,
when you make love to the night

so won't you wrap yourself up in your insecurity blanket
it's nice and warm, to think you didn't want to buy
it


lonely, you look so lonely surrounded in you corner of
friends

they're you're favorite, mine too, but will they
follow you
when you run through the woods of your past?

"oh don't worry, they don't know about that"
look at you, a liar in designer jeans
i don't think this is what best friends is supposed to

mean
no no you've got it all wrong
you can't sum up two years with the title of a song


you had me at hello,
but you've got a fancy way of saying goodbye