when he said, “i hope you’re sleeping better knowin’ that i never sleep at all.”
and did you reply with that smile…
i know this can’t be what you had in mind, i guess you’ll try it all again next fall.
you’ll feel better on the day that he dies.
so when you’re pullin’ on your trendy clothes and hummin’ every stupid note to the song that’s on your mix tape that we’re singin’ oh-so loud. yeah we’re singin’ now.
na na na na, na na na na, na na na na,
na na na na na, na na na na, na na na na na
when she said, “you gotta make your plans, start makin’ plans alone, maybe we will, and maybe we won’t.”
and you know you’re gonna paint the town red with all your blood she stole on the night of the murder when she left you alone.
*chorus* (with minor variations)
and here’s to all the boys you’ll kiss, and all the scars left on their lips.
and here’s to all the boys you’ll date, the ones we’ll make sure that we hate. x4