Lyrics:

I pretend I can't hang up the phone.
Cos if I do then he gets you & I'll be in this room alone.
Staring at the carpet, wondering how they made it.
You would say I should not be afraid.
I'm better off alone & free cos no one can put up with me
And your mom don't like me either,
now i don't have to meet her.
You & me, we end up in catastrophe.
But I've got one more thing to add.

Chorus:
OK so I'm a jerk & I'm a weirdo and if i'm lucky I'll amount to zero
but I thought that you'd love me anyway.
I'm so not even worth it, but baby no one's perfect,
yeah I thought that you'd love me anyway.
Anyway.

You're not the type of girl who takes advice.
Still all that shit yer parents said still bouncin' round inside yer head.
'You two will never make it.' 'If you build it he will break it.'
You and me, they sum us up so poignantly,
but I've got one more thing to add.

Chorus:
OK so I'm a jerk & I'm a weirdo and if i'm lucky I'll amount to zero
but I thought that you'd love me anyway.
I'm so not even worth it, but baby no one's perfect,
yeah I thought that you'd love me anyway.
Anyway.

Maybe you'll never play the guitar.
Maybe you'll never sing in harmony with me.
Maybe ya can't rock the AC/DC.
Hell still ain't a bad place to be if you're with me.
Anyway.