You never talk to me
She never talks to me
What the hell am I supposed to do

If she won't talk to me?

One, two, three, four


It wasn't fashion man
No temporary friends

She stayed around for a while
But I wanted to stay a longer


Coming home the darkest night
We never had a fight
Well that's not true

But it was cool for a while
So thanks for asking


Whoa-o, whoa-o-o
You're the only thing I can't throw away


Pick it up now!

You say you're born to die

God I $#&@ing hate cliches
You can call me what you want
As long as I'm not ordinary


You never talk to me
She never talks to me

Who the hell am I supposed to be
If she won't talk to me?


Whoa-o, whoa-o-o
You're the only thing I can't throw away


Go!

Whoa-o, whoa-o-o

You're the only thing I can't throw away