You're an eyesore
It's weighing heavy on my conscience and I can't take it anymore
You look bored, your new frame tattered and torn
Will someone please tell me the score
You zero and I'm up by four
Three things I hate
Are liars and cheaters and listening to paramore
Three things I love
Are me, myself and you right at the core
If love is a battlefield, I think I lost the war
If love is a ship, I saw you sink of the shore
Those heels that you wore
That tight dress fit to your form
Yeah, I won't be saved because I have been thoroughly warned
No, I won't know the difference because I have been warned