This love is like a car crash
It’s giving me a case of whiplash
But you know I kinda like it
When they stare I don’t care
I’ve seen it all before

Here we got again watching it all fall apart
We tear it down by day and make it up in the dark
But who wouldn’t love to be?
Another perfect tragedy

You throw the wrong words at me
I hit back so everyone can see
It’s your fault you kinda like it
You talk the talk but you don’t walk
We fast forward back to

Here we go again watching it all fall apart
We tear it down by day and make it up in the dark
But who wouldn’t love to be?
Another perfect tragedy

As we keep on falling out of the sky I’m holding on to you
Just like a river flowing over the banks there’s nothing we can do
Tonight

We fast forward back to
Here we go again watching it all fall apart

What makes you think you’re special?
You don’t really have a clue
You think you won me over
But I’m walking over you.
You better listen up I’ll say it once
Not gonna say it twice
I’m not some two for one
You gotta pay full price

Think you got your way
But tonight I’m gonna get mine

Some girls fake it, sorry I don’t
Some girls take it, but you know that I won’t
I reserve the right
No shirt, No shoes, No dice
My service ain’t for everyone
Some guys love me, but most of them don’t
‘Cause I can be stronger, when some girls won’t
You thought you had me figured out
‘Til I ditched you with the crowd
Now you know I’m not like some girls

Unwrap this piece of candy
Think you’re gonna be surprised
What looks so sugar and sweet
Could be sour on the inside
Oh, now I heard you were complaining
‘Cause I’m all sold out

I can’t believe I hung around with you
All this time
You drove me crazy with your O.C.D.
Boy you’re out of your mind
I’m countin’ on UFOs to beam me up
I just don’t know
How long I can take your shit, I’m over it
Boy, you gotta go

It’s over, we’re over
Just like in Crimson and Clover
Been sinking, I’m thinking
How the hell did I get so stupid?
It’s the end, Ex-Boyfriend
I don’t care what you think of me now
So long, you’re gone
This is our break-up song

One more thing before you go
Would you please give me my records back?
No Doubt, The Rolling Stones
Blondie, Jet, and Back in Black
You can keep the dog we bought
And the message I keyed in your car
Don’t hang around, don’t hit on my friends
They know how small you are

It’s over, we’re over
Just like in Crimson and Clover