01/10

"I wake up every evening

With a big smile on my face

And it never feels out of place

And you're still probably working

At a nine to five pace

I wonder how bad that tastes.

When you see my face,

Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.

When you walk my way,

Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.

Now where's your picket fence, love?

And where's that shiny car?

And did it ever get you far?

You've never seemed so tense, love.

I've never seen you fall so hard.

And do you know where you are?

And truth be told, I miss you.

And truth be told, I'm lying.

Now you'll never see

What you've done to me.

You can take back your memories

They're no good to me.

And here's all your lies,

You can look me in the eyes

With the sad, sad look at you wear so well"

(The All American Rejects)