Lyrics

I remember like a hundred million reasons why ya Thought it better to be dead than to be cool Now we're neither, ever older like the changing colors Thanks a million little chameleon This'll send me on a bender Say whatever you should say to people turning every single screw I should probably throw my phone into the ocean 'fore I Say another word to you 'Cause baby I'm easier than ever I had a hairpin trigger now I'm real laid back So if we can't get back together That's not a problem Every now and then I get a little sentimental I'm in the liquor store and thinkin' about you I'm so pitiful and cynical and temperamental There's no keepin' up with you