you smiled at me with that half-ass grinyou know the one you give me all the timewith a face like that you should be on the cover of a magazinebut you don’t read them « they’re not my type », at least that’s what you sayi won’t say a word if you won’t either tonightyou can stand there all evening if you’d likebut the looks you’re gonna throw my way won’t make me any less convicedyou’re a smalltown girl with a big mouth, and i’m through with thislovely, you look so lovely in your new suede shoesthey’re you’re favorite, mine too, will you take them with youwhen you run through your woods you’ve got back at home?past the sunset and over the dirty roadslook at you, a well dressed hypocriteyou sing all the songs you hated when you were a kidyou know the ones you never knew the words toand that’s alright, ’cause you’re all grown upbut just because you can spell love, doesn’t mean you should say it so muchi can’t fight the dark if you don’t give me some lightyou say daytime is your favorite, but you’re so unfaitful, when you make love to the nightso won’t you wrap yourself up in your insecurity blanketit’s nice and warm, to think you didn’t want to buy itlonely, you look so lonely surrounded in you corner of friendsthey’re you’re favorite, mine too, but will they follow youwhen 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 jeansi don’t think this is what best friends is supposed to meanno no you’ve got it all wrongyou can’t sum up two years with the title of a songyou had me at hello,but you’ve got a fancy way of saying goodbye