here’s to ben folds and car drivesmaybe summer’s just running latehere’s to nashville and madison streetif home is where the heart is, this place is heartlessno more matinees, no more moonlightif the world was gonna end it might as well be tonighti walked you home, you smiled the whole waywhen we got to your doorstep you said goodbye, for goodyou said, hey kid, it’s nothing personalbut love is not a pendant on a chainand i repliedwell fuck you too, you and your fake smileyou’re nothing more than hypocrite in high heelswon’t you keep it locked up for while girlit’s gonna be a long nightand a secret’s not a secretif a lover’s life is at stakei’ll be your best friend if you’ll be mineand i’ll show you a good time if you just askpromises on prom night are flawlesstil you turn your backhe said she said running through the big fieldsyou gotta come quick if you’re ever gonna get heretime it’s just about time we called it quitsand i’ll take three steps if you’ll take fourif i’m your chandaleer then you’re my dancefloorso i don’t really need you and you don’t need mehere’s to summing up the last three years in the words of a songhere’s to your thoughts being whispered in my ear all dayhere’s to the plaid blankets you used to lay on all the timehere’s to « us » being referred to in the past tense