And it comes down to you.
Never and ever.
Wrecked his day with looks and flirts
and midnight in your shortest skirts.
Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed.
Thank her for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong.
Stop these looks and letters.
This isn't for the better.
You put me down...
It's for the worse, you're not my girl.
Stop the circulation to my legs and break my bones.
Dateless and late, I'm better by myself at home.
Past the point of trying, and I'm dying here.
Secondary. She laughs at every word I know came out completely wrong.
Stop these looks and letters.
This isn't for the better.
You put me down...
It's for the worse, you're not my girl.
