the break's over...

"she's doing it again - that manipulative bitch."

baby, seasons change but people don't.

"his ex-girlfriend calls every night, begging to take him back."

wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?

"she pulls out every trick in the fucking book."

we don't fight fair.

"they should just lock them in a room together. they'd kill each other within a week!"

say, your head could be a prison...

"he talks about her. how much he hates her. he loves to talk about her, her and hating her."

don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

"she hangs over his heart like a vulture."

i'll always be waiting in the back room.

"everyone talks about them. the ultimate dysfunctional couple turned the impossible exes."

people will dissect this 'til it doesn't mean a thing anymore.

"they still go out every night. they attack each other with emotional gunshots, fighting like cats and dogs, until they both climb into the back seat of his car..."

we do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces,

"...and no one has any idea."

we're trapped and well-concealed, in secret places.

"and the worst part is, the only thing i've ever wanted to be in this world is a girl exactly like her. i want her face looking back in the mirror, i want her cold blue eyes, her sultry, perfect lips. the girl all the boys want. i want to be her, but i couldn't be further from it."

don't pretend, d-don't pretend.