I guess i met the devil, but i sure didn't know no better

You were kool as hell like e-mail, but still timeless like a letter

As i sit and i stare at the satanic glare, on the glass frame in front of your face

You're alone on my shelf, yelling, "look at yourself"

I feel like bobby brady breaking the vase



But now you're all screwed up



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You're so yesterday

Miles away

Promised myself on new years day

I'd take a bath today

And wash you away

As all of your little blonde hairs go down the drain



Your sister called me yesterday to tell me i was a loser

At least i haven't lost my mind, and at least i'm not a boozer

As i tried to heed to your wants and your needs

You were solemnly lost in space

So keep reading your books on "how to give dirtly looks"

Everytime i should be put in my place



Now you're all screwed up



(chorus)



I guess i met the devil, but i sure didn't know no better

You were cool as hell like e-mail, but still timeless like a letter



(chorus)




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