This one time I kissed a girl

For class war

I pulled her hips in close and held my left fist

High above her pale right clavicle

And she said Tell me darling do you think we have a future

Well maybe kinda pretty sure we do between us

Bring over pictures of your dead pets and relatives

And we'll just say it's over if I don't shed any tears

I'm calling you again on your telephone

And all I ever get is another stupid ringtone

He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning

I know

He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning

As if I walked into the room to see my ex girlfriend

Who by the way I'm still in love with

Sucking the face of some pretty boy

With my favourite band's most popular song in the background

Is it wrong that I can't decide which bothers me most

In the forefront of my mind it's the thought

Not of you underneath but me coming out looking worse

I'm calling you again on your telephone

And all I ever get is another stupid busy tone

He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning

I know

He's gonna get drunk and call you at four in the morning