Id rather spend my evening
Talking to chloe on twitter
Than having you come over

So itll be like old times
Buti know that you dont give a $#&@
Cause you're knee deep in your iphone


But now that you saw my tweets
You know that im home

Buried in my cell phone
Tryna get a hold of someone new
Instead of hanging out with you

And your high school stories

But you sure know how to get right to me

With all those facebook statuses
About relationships and such
Poor grammar is a must

But i trust that you can do it

But i couldnt give a $#&@

Whether you give a $#&@ or not
Rip my eye sockets out
Make me regret ever going out

But i know ill make it out of here alive
As long as i dont watch your life
Unfold before my very eyes

You told this high school story
One too many times for me
You know id rather


Id rather spend my evening
Talking to chloe on twitter

Than having to look you right in your eyes