Album: Teenage Graffiti
Shes out of luck and out of hope and out of cigarettes
misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet
her social deviance is teasing me I know what I want
and Im really gonna really let her know (woah)
that I like her but I just dont care enough
to fool around with love
yeah my babys pretty as a car crash
sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm
just another modern swinger
screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
and it's love
its heavy and it hurts and its love
strung out on blow she doesnt know why shes not feeling good
dropped out of school and now shes moving out to Hollywood
her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far
and Im really gonna really let her know (woah)
that I like her but I just dont care enough
to fool around with love
yeah my babys pretty as a car crash subtle as a splinter
yeah my babys smooth as sandpaper warm just like the winter
screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand
and its love
its heavy and it hurts and its love
staring at my shoes thinking of something to say
but nothings better than what silence is saying
when every time I turn around shes always looking away
its just the nature of the game that we're playing
And I think I'm tapping out,
I think I'm gonna skip the title bout