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