This one time I kissed a girl for class war
I pulled her hips in close and held my left fist
High above her pale right clavicle

And she said, 'Tell me darling, do you think we have a future?'
Well, maybe kinda, pretty sure we do between us
Bring over pictures of your dead pets and relatives
And we'll just say it's over if I don't shed any tears

I'm calling you again on your telephone
And all I ever get is another stupid ringtone
He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning, I know
He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning

As if I walked into the room to see my ex-girlfriend
Who by the way, I'm still in love with
Sucking the face of some pretty boy
With my favorite band's most popular song in the background

Is it wrong that I can't decide which bothers me most?
In the forefront of my mind it's the thought
Not of you underneath, but me coming out looking worse

I'm calling you again on your telephone
And all I ever get is another stupid busy tone
He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning, I know
He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning