Get up, get up, c'mon, c'mon, let's go
There's just a few things I think that you should know
Those words at best were worst than teenage poetry
Fragmented ideas and too many pronouns
Stop it, c'mon, you're not making sense now
You can't make them want you
There all just laughing

Literate and stylish
Kissable and quiet
Well that's what girls
Dreams are made of
And that's all you need to know
You have it or you don't

Stop it, c'mon, you know I can't help it
I've got the mic and you've got this mosh pit
What will it take to make you admit that...
You were wrong
Was his demise so carefully constructed
Well let's just say I got what I wanted
Because in the end it's always the same

This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope down the barrel of a gun
Remind me not to ever act this way again
This is you trying hard to make sure that you're seen
With a girl on your arm and your heart on your sleeve
Remind me not to ever think of you again

Rest the weight you had your chance and folded
Don't hold your breath because it only makes things worse
(I know something that you don't know)