Go and take a ride to her shop in Grant Park

You can walk through the door and shove the knife in her heart

When you tell her that you can't stand the song anymore

The one you two adopted on the prom dance floor



You can be a Tom Cruise and make a big scene

Or be like MacGuyver and cut it clean

Either way there's gonna be blood on the floor

When you tell her that you don't dig girls anymore



Anymore...

Anymore...



Here's a funny story about a singer named Jed

He caught his girlfriend with a woman in bed

They were watching Loveline with a bottle of wine

Having a party like it's 1999



So he threw down the movies and he had a heart attack

He jumped in the ocean, and he never swam back

They stood there naked, except for their socks

Feeling cheaper than a prize in a Cracker Jack box



I don't think Jed's really gonna wanna rock



CHORUS:

Anymore...(I can't believe it)

Anymore...(I can't believe it)



Check the exposure

Something's wrong with this picture

I can't see the truth

For all of the dirty lines



Check the exposure

Something's wrong with this picture

All in all

You're gonna lose your mind



There's a little story that you're gonna adore

Kinda like the lost scene on the cutting room floor

It's all fun and games til you get a black eye

You're down in the swer askin' all the rats,