'cause you're so rad and that's a fact When you left me things were Kaotic and I think I almost lost Control But now I am a little less psychotic and
by your house while you're laying in bed Thoughts of rescuing you, race through my head I'd rip my heart out of my chest and hold it for you to inspect And
and shaking hands I never knew which way to go But I know that way is for the chumps Go back to church and school and work And leave this degenerate
the world Don't tell me that things don't get better 'cause sometimes they do Sometimes they do and I know they will for you The days are getting shorter and
and I'd take everything that's mine if I was you I'd go and live my life if I was you If I was you I'd wake up every day and every day I'd save all my
She took every single pill in the cabinet She fell down we cleaned her up but what a mess Kathy isn't right today She broke out the other day and ran
to go when she gets sad She opens her window and sits on the roof whenever she is feeling bad She's sick of these rules and she's sick of this world and
you are such a brat Nobody likes you you see Nobody likes you not me Nobody likes you Everyone hates you pass the Dramamine you're ugly dumb and
apes you are so wrong Planet of the dinks here comes King Kong ding dong You're a simian you're the missing link this club's a zoo thanks to you and
you're the only girl for me Surf Goddess I'm in love with you I can't make all of the clubs with you I can't make all of your shows I gotta scrape
the nods and smiles but I know that You're gonna blow up 'cause you're a time bomb All set to go off you're a time bomb and nothing can stop you you'
so sweetI hate your guts on Sunday and I'm not even sure why 'cause I love your guts on Friday night You gotta go work while I stay here just sitting and
by your house while you're laying in bed Thoughts of rescuing you race through my head I'd rip my heart out of my chest and hold it for you to inspect and
and shaking hands I never knew which way to go but I know that way is for the chumps Go back to church and school and work and leave this degenerate
so sweet I hate your guts on Sunday and I'm not even sure why 'cause I love your guts on Friday night You gotta go work while I stay here just sitting and
in the world Don't tell me that things don't get better 'cause sometimes they do Sometimes they do and I know they will for you The days are getting shorter and