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I'm so obsessed with your ex (uh-huh) I know she's been asleep on my side of your bed

you, you can't, you can't catch me now, I'm coming like a storm into your town. you can't, you can't catch me now, I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down

all the time, I'm grateful all the time, I'm sexy and I'm kind, I'm pretty when I cry

God, I'm so blue, know we're through but I still fuckin' love you, babe

I'm so obsessed with your ex (God, she makes me so upset)

yeah, I pour my little heart out, but as I'm hitting: send, I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends

you called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called 'em crazy too

so when you gonna tell her, that we did that, too? she thinks it's special, but it's all reused

I played dumb, but I always knew that you talked to her, maybe did even worse I keep quiet so I could keep you

never doubted myself so much like am I pretty? am I fun, boy? I hate that I gave you power over that kinda stuff

I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed

if I told you how much I think about her you'd think I was in love

I only see him as a friend, I just tripped and fell into his bed

oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go. so find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

my brain goes: AAAAAH. can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts), like blah-blah-blah (blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah)

yeah, I pour my little heart out, but as I'm hitting: send, I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends

and ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits?

like wich lover will I get today? will you walk me to te door or send me home cryin'?

Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me. you poison every little thing that I do

like wich lover will I get today? will you walk me to te door or send me home cryin'?

I only have two real friends and lately I'm a nervous wreck

jealousy, jealousy, started following me

well, I hope I was your favorite crime, your favorite crime, your favorite crime, 'cause, baby, you were mine

I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped. now you can be a better man for your brand-new girl

I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived

I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived

I'm so sick of myself

I'm so tired of being the girl that I am

thought your mom was your wife, called you the wrong name twice, can't think of a third line, la-la-la-la-la-la

I know I should stop, but I can't, and I told my friends I was asleep, but I never said where or in whose sheets

but I fear that they already got all the best parts of me, and I'm sorry that I couldn't always be your teenage dream

when I'm alone, I'm fine, but don't let me out at night, it's social suicide

but she's beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies

and ain't it funny how you said you were friends? now it sure as hell don't look like it

do you call her, almost say my name? 'cause let be honest, we kinda do sound the same

never doubted myself so much like am I pretty? am I fun, boy? I hate that I gave you power over that kinda stuff

and I know we're done, I know we're through, but, God, when I look at you my brain goes: AAAAAAH

well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily, you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks

and I doubt you ever think about, the damage that you did

yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

logical, logical, love is never logical

so when you gonna tell her, that we did that, too? she thinks it's special, but it's all reused

I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived

will I spend all the rest of my years wishing I could go back?

got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend, too. I wanna be you so bad and I don't even know you

it's social suicide, wanna curl up and die

a different girl now, but there's nothing new

you called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called 'em crazy too

I'm so sick of myself