You Tell Me You Don't Love Me over A Cup Of Coffee and I Just Have To Look Away a Million Miles Between Us planets Crash Into Dust i Just Let It Fade Away
i'm Walking Empty Streets hoping We Might Meet i See Your Car Parked On The Road the Light On At Your Window i Know For Sure That You're Home and I Just Have To Pass On By so No, Of Course, We Can't Be Friends not While I'm Still This Obsessed i Guess I Always Knew The Score this Is How Our Story Ends
i Smoke Your Brand Of Cigarettes and Pray That You Might Give Me A Call i Lie Around On Bed All Day Just Staring At The Walls hanging Around Bars At Night Wishing I Had Never Been Born and Give Myself To Anyone Who Wants To Take Me Home
so No, Of Course, We Can't Be Friends not While I Still Feel Like This i Guess I Always Knew The Score this Is Where Our Story Ends
you Left Behind Some Clothes my Belly Summersaults when I Pick Them Off The Floor my Friends All Say They're Worried i'm Looking Far Too Skinny i Stop Returning All Their Calls
and No, Of Course, We Can't Be Friends not While I'm Still So Obsessed i Want To Ask Where I Went Wrong but Don't Say Anything At All
it Took A Cup Of Coffee to Prove That You Don't Love Me