I can't remember when you got my jokes
I can't remember when you held me close
Seems like we've been hanging by a thread
Want to hang with someone else instead

I know you'll hate it when you hear this song
There's no parts for you to sing along to
It's gonna be a while before I like you
Doesn't mean that I won't always love you

Because I used to write songs to impress you
Now I just write 'em to make me feel less like shit

Pre Madonna, sadly
There was just the weeks to come
Spinning cartwheels in the hallway
So boys could see her underwear
As if they really had a prayer

Doesn't matter how it was back then
Doesn't matter if we have the same friends
Doesn't matter if they're sad with me
They'll come back to you eventually

Doesn't matter if we're totally fucked
Doesn't matter if we get fucked up
Maybe we should pay our last respects
Maybe we should skip the make-up sex

Because I used to write songs to impress you
Now I just write 'em to make me feel less like shit

Pre Madonna, sadly
There was just the weeks to come
Spinning cartwheels in the hallway
So boys could see her underwear
As if they really had a prayer


Lyrics submitted by Acticium

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