I wrote, a goodbye note
In lipstick on your arm
When you passed out
I couldn't bring myself to call
Except to call it quits

Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers and not the other way around
Racing through the city, windows down
In the back of yellow checkered cars

You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?

(this city says)
Come, hell or high water
Well I'm feeling hot and wet
I can't commit to a thing,
Be it heart or hospital

Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers and not the other way around
Racing through the city, windows down
In the back
Of yellow checkered cars

You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?

The tombstones are waiting
They were half engraved
They knew it was over
Just didn't know the date

And I cast a spell over the west
To make you think of me
Same way I think of you
This is a love song in my own way
Happily ever after, below the waist.

Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers

Racing through the city windows down
In the back of yellow checkered cars

You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong?
Are we all wrong?

Best friends, ex-friends to the end
Better off as lovers and not the other way around

Ex-friends to the end
Better of as yoo oh oh