Lyrics:

Mark has gotten into a sticky situation.
The girl that he once loved, he now hates with a passion. This song acts as him venting about the relationship.
At the risk of sounding rude, just who the fuck do you think you are
To tell me what you expect of me today?
Well, you can take your attitude, you're out of luck, you've gone way too far
If you think there's any chance I'm going to stay

How long can I string you along? How little of myself can I give
And still make you believe I care?

At the risk of sounding trite, why the fuck do you think you're right
About every little thing that you say?
And do you think that it is right for Tom to spend another night
Writing songs about all the people he thinks are gay?

How long can I string you along? How little of myself can I give
And still make you believe I care?

At the risk of sounding trite, why the fuck do you think you're right
About every little thing that you say?
And do you think that it is right for Tom to spend another night
Writing songs about all the people he thinks are gay?

How long can I string you along? How little of myself can I give
And still make you believe I care?

How long can I string you along? How little of myself can I give
And still make you believe I care?