And when he said, "I hope you're sleeping better knowing that I never sleep at all."
Did you reply with that smile?
I know this can't be what you had in mind.
I guess you'll try it all again next fall.
You'll feel better on the day that he dies.

So, when you're pullin on your trendy clothes
And humming every stupid note
To the song that's on your mix tape
That we're singing, oh, so loud
Yeah, we're singing now

Nah, nah, nah, nah....

When she said, "You gotta make your plans,"
So start making plans on your own
And maybe we will and maybe we won't.
And you know
You're gonna paint the town red
With all your flesh he stole
On the night of the murder
When she left you alone.

So when she's pullin on her trendy clothes
And humming every stupid note
To the song that's on her mix tape
That we're singing, oh, so loud
Yeah, we're singing now

Nah, nah, nah, nah...

And here's to all the boys you'll kiss
And all the scars left on their lips
And here's to all the boys you'll date
The ones who'll make sure that we hate
(repeat)

(repeat in background with "Nah, nah" in foreground until end)