This is a song about having really high hopes for a boy with really low standards.
Even though the wine you bought was cheap
it still stained your carpet.
And even though we’d never get enough sleep
we’d still function without it.
And even though it didn’t mean much to you
I think I actually fell for it.
So let’s give this a chance
& get into more than just each other’s pants;
come on, let’s love.
Call me on the phone,
don’t care cell or home.
Tell me your favorite color,
I’m not your girlfriend-just a lover.
Tickle me until I cry,
hold my hand let’s watch the days go by.
Please be real & tell me how you feel &
we’ll make lots and lots of love.
Left your house last night,
wanted you didn’t want to fight.
You say you’ve got feelings…well
I’m a girl who needs real things,
like commitment and trust & kisses and hugs.
I won’t wait around while you fuck every girl in town.
Even though you said you cared about
you ripped my fucking heart out.
And even though you may read a lot about life
you have no clue what you’re talking about.
And even though you might feel fine right now
I hope it hits you someday that
the new girls in your bed could care less if you were dead.
How’s that, for love?
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