She have to been grown into punk
Or the conversation would never start
And hit me so hard id get a bump
So we dont drift far apart,
To still be there and
Watch the movie that we made


Since,
Shes extremely perfect and
My thoughts are dreaded
Add my lines up and I'll
Be made more pathetic x2 (chorus)

She'd have to be way pass dumb
That way she'd stay out longer
Someone who could never lack fun
I dont care if she was always wrong
I'll keep her in my Letters to God


Now,
Shes incredible, famous and
Im weak and impatient
She looked me in the
Face and told me
She faked it. x2 (chorus)