Bogus reasons for leaving me hangin' by a thread

Ya turn me down it turns me on,

It really messed with my head

Recurring dreams bout the real popular people in school

I'm biting dust in the presence of my home coming queen



I guess you win this time

It's ridiculous

For you to be sitting there laughing as I crash and I burn



Can you spare a minute for

Can you spare a minute for when I die?



I'm burned out on pickup lines

That I learned in Philosophy classes

Then the starting fullback

Fell on my black rimmed glasses

Seeing that I

Don't have a comeback to use

Think I'd better, better make a fool of you now



She's in charge of me

She's swallowing the life inside

It just takes 60 seconds to make me come around