Whatever poison’s in this
bottle will leave me
broken sore and
stiff.
But it’s the
genie at the
bottom who I’m
sucking at. He
owes me one last
wish.
So here’s a
present to let you
know I still
exist.
I hope the
next boy that you
kiss has something
terribly
contagious on his
lips.
But I got a
plan
Drink for forty
days and forty nights.
A
sip for every second-hand tick.
And for every time you fed me the line, “
you mean so much to me…”.
I’m without you.
So
tell all the English boys you meet, [B/D#]about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.
And even if her
plane crashes tonight
she’ll find some
way to disappoint me,
by not
burning in the
wreckage, or
drowning at the
bottom of the
sea.
“Jess, I still
taste you, thus
reserve my right to
hate you.”
And all this
empty space that
you create does
nothing for my
flawless sense of
style.
It’s 8:45
. The weather is getting
better by the hour.
I
hope it rains there all the time.
And
if you ever said you miss me then don’t
say you never lied.
I’m without you.
So
tell all the English boys you meet, [B/D#]about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.
No [B/D#]more songs
about you
After this one,
I am done
You are, you are, you’re gone
No [B/D#]more songs
about you
After this one,
I am done
You are, you are, you’re
gone
No [B/D#]more songs
about you
After this one,
I am done
You are,
you are, you’re gone
So
tell all the English boys you meet, [B/D#]about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you
say.
