I Guess I Met The Devil, But I Sure Didn't Know No Better
You Were Kool As Hell Like E-mail, But Still Timeless Like A Letter
As I Sit And I Stare At The Satanic Glare, On The Glass Frame In Front Of Your Face
You're Alone On My Shelf, Yelling, "look At Yourself"
I Feel Like Bobby Brady Breaking The Vase

But Now You're All Screwed Up

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You're So Yesterday
Miles Away
Promised Myself On New Years Day
I'd Take A Bath Today
And Wash You Away
As All Of Your Little Blonde Hairs Go Down The Drain

Your Sister Called Me Yesterday To Tell Me I Was A Loser
At Least I Haven't Lost My Mind, And At Least I'm Not A Boozer
As I Tried To Heed To Your Wants And Your Needs
You Were Solemnly Lost In Space
So Keep Reading Your Books On "how To Give Dirtly Looks"
Everytime I Should Be Put In My Place

Now You're All Screwed Up

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I Guess I Met The Devil, But I Sure Didn't Know No Better
You Were Cool As Hell Like E-mail, But Still Timeless Like A Letter

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