chorus Cos you had the One, now you lost the One: know that one minus one only leaves you none. You shoulda known the sum, but you did what's done, Take the hit, you ain't shit, yeah, you lost the One.
verse 1 Don't say that you love me, cos I know that you're just frontin', and I don't think the mess you made is ever gonna end up smelling like roses. One time was all it took for you to twotime—to make a mess of us; now we must admit the shit was right there under our noses.
[to prechorus, chorus]
verse 2 You say that you know me, so you know that I ain't frontin', when I tell you that ya lost me when you started hanging out with those posers. What's left? The morning after's boring. It's not right—I'm tired of only scoring. Last night I figured it out—we're gonna end up looking like those losers.
prechorus The car, the place, all the cash that you waste on your clothes, the booze, your shoes and your face. All the gear you been tryin' it ain't me I don't buy it (it's old news, think I'll cruise. All the) clubs and the bars wit' your friends on the door "V.I.P. You wit' me? Are you up for some more?" I'm tired of the bullshit, bored of the whole bit (cut me loose from the noose).
[to chorus, bridge, chorus]
(lyrics copyright 2007 Mahuia Bridgman-Cooper and Sean Sturm - use it or lose it)