She looked amazing, a fresh cut green
I felt like a skater on the prep scene
But your big blue eyes, they knocked the sides out
I think of heaven, I think of hell
So I don't want to know you, I want to know myself

These drinks can usually help me settle down
But they're not working, and I've lost count
Of the times you've sought a fight, scraped my insides dry
I think of heaven, I think of hell
So I don't want to know you

Now we're all but grown and we're all but fine
Here's the last goodbye
Something that you want
Something that you need
It's not me

I think of heaven
I think of hell
So I don't want to know you
I want to know myself
I don't want to know you