[ Featuring the Swells ]
You had never dated another guy before me
My torn sweaters making me itch and disappointing
Me and you, girl, isn't a very likely story
In the night time, I write a script where you adore me
You break me to pieces
You tell me you're true
I'm down on my knees now baby
Holding on to you
Two-timed by self-deprecating self it's only
Right that I try, but seeing me try is disappointing
Oh in my 15th year I
Thought I could make amends with
Everything I had done and
Everyone I had wronged
