Lyrics:

Pulled up, quarter to eleven
Waited a minute till you went in
We talked and then we stopped talking
Put on a song and we listened
I know that I make you nervous
I do it half on purpose
You know I think you're precious
Yeah, I think you're a good person
So why do I want to blow up your life?
I'll be a very good girl
I won't even think about it
I'm just feeling like I can't help it
I know you said you had a girlfriend
I just want it if it's taken
(If it's taken)
Dad left when I was eleven
Mom said it was 'cause he couldn't
Keep from touching other women
Some things have a way of sticking
And now I'm standing in your kitchen
You said you told her you were leaving
And I can't help thinking
I hate you 'cause you're just like him
So why did I have to blow up your life?…