I never thought I'd feel such a slap in the face
since my semester in New York where I drank it away.
Social Stategies are taught to Behemian crowds
and my love was like a food stamp handing it out.
Oh though I fell in love with you, all fey grizzled and mature.
You left me naked, pining, whining on your bathroom floor.
If it makes you jealous, tell us just which boy we should adore.
Only talk about myself so I don't care that he's a bore.

He's like a less cute version of you
but he'll have to do.
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you
but he'll have to do.
He'll have to do.

Mountain man! Brag about your band to me!
You've got me hot with all your snide remarks about my poetry.
But he gobbles up every single line about the stars.
And how they scar my slightly chubby arms like brightly lit cigars.

So now he's next to me but I can feel you in my heart.
You're everything. You're everything he'll never be.
It's misery and, more specifically, I miss that day you spit on me.

He's like a less cute version of you
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but he'll have to do.
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you
but he'll have to do.
He'll have to do.

He's like a less cute version of you
but he'll have to do.
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you
but he'll have to do.
He'll have to do.

He's got no inkling of you status or mind.
He's just the glue that I splatter on the blind.
You and I are like Siamese twins,
so let this sick, sad game begin.

Now you're here again and he will wonder where I've been.
I'm giving in but, in my own opinion,
it's how to be
Though I can hear him singing:

"All this Envy's killing me. It's killing me."

He's like a less cute version of you
but he'll have to do.
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you
but he'll have to do.
Have to do.

He's like a less cute version of you
(Every time I see your face I die inside)
but he'll have to do.
He's like a Wal-Mart version of you
(Every time I see your face I die inside)
but he'll have to do.
Have to do.

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