| I’d rather spend my evenings
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| Than having you come over
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| So it’ll be like old times
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| But I know that you don’t give a fuck
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| Cause you’re knee deep in your iPhone
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| But Now that you saw my tweets
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| You know that I’m home
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| Buried in my cell phone
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| Tryna' get a hold of someone new
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| Instead of hanging out with you
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| And your high school stories
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| But you sure know how to get right to me
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| About relationships and such
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| Poor grammar is a must
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| But I trust that you can do it
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| But I couldn’t give a fuck
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| Whether you give a fuck or not
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| Rip my eye sockets out
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| Make me regret ever going out
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| But I know I’ll make it out of here alive
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| As long as I don’t watch your life
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| Unfold before my very eyes
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| You told this high school story
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| One too many times for me
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| You know I’d rather
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| I’d rather spend my evenings
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| Than having to look you right in your eye |