scott: hey connor,
you didn't want her
so you made up some excuse not to be with her
so you could leave her,
and re-instate,
and start again
by making your new crush a mix-tape...

connor: hey scotty,
you got me - i guess i was wrong.
why don't you write about your ex?
oh wait, that's every song.
writing punk rock songs
won't get her back
besides i bet your girlfriend
likes it when you do that.

your carpet's always greyer
but we're only a room apart.
if this fight got any gayer
you'd be hanging out at shell park.
speculate - condecending like we know each other's quirks,
but all we need to know
is that we are both dorks.

alison: scott and connor,
why bother?
point your fingers at yourselves and not each other.
lead singers fighting
for the limelight
when jeff and butchart get the hook-ups every show night

your carpet's always greyer
but we're only a room apart.
if this fight got any gayer
you'd be hanging out at shell park.
speculate - condecending like we know each other's quirks,
but all we need to know
is that we are both dorks.

your carpet's always greyer
but we're only a room apart.
if this fight got any gayer
you'd be hanging out at shell park.
speculate - condecending like we know each other's quirks,
but all we need to know
is that we are both dorks.