scott: hey connor, 

you didn't want her 

so you made up some excuse not to be with her 

so you could leave her, 

and re-instate, 

and start again

by making your new crush a mix-tape...



connor: hey scotty, 

you got me - i guess i was wrong. 

why don't you write about your ex? 

oh wait, that's every song. 

writing punk rock songs 

won't get her back

besides i bet your girlfriend 

likes it when you do that.



your carpet's always greyer 

but we're only a room apart. 

if this fight got any gayer 

you'd be hanging out at shell park. 

speculate - condecending like we know each other's quirks, 

but all we need to know 

is that we are both dorks.



alison: scott and connor, 

why bother? 

point your fingers at yourselves and not each other. 

lead singers fighting 

for the limelight 

when jeff and butchart get the hook-ups every show night



your carpet's always greyer 

but we're only a room apart. 

if this fight got any gayer 

you'd be hanging out at shell park. 

speculate - condecending like we know each other's quirks, 

but all we need to know 

is that we are both dorks.



your carpet's always greyer 

but we're only a room apart. 

if this fight got any gayer 

you'd be hanging out at shell park. 

speculate - condecending like we know each other's quirks, 

but all we need to know 

is that we are both dorks.