Tekster: The Sophomore Attempt. The Great American Getaway.

Well I could make this better; I could put up a fight
But I don?t think you?re worth it, I don?t think you?re worth
I?d rent my heart out for money just to make you believe me
Why won?t you believe me, why won?t you believe me
If I could just make this perfect, we could live out our lives
But it?s better without you, it?s better alone and
Everything is perfect, everything is falling apart

So follow the format
Forget where you came from
I?ll pretend I?m not listening
I?ll pretend I lost signal
Because I don?t think you?re worth it
I don?t think you?re worth it
And I really don?t care if you?re lying or listening
So much for second chances
So much for forgive and forget

You chalked me up as a liar, at least you?re thinking of me
And I?m no Fred Estaire, but I know what I?m saying
Revenge is only sweeter when it?s followed by the sound of my voice
So forget what I told you, forget that you loved it
Forget that you faked it and forget you forgot it...
Revenge is only sweeter when it?s followed by the sound of my voice

So follow the format
Forget where you came from
I?ll pretend I?m not listening
I?ll pretend I lost signal
Because I don?t think you?re worth it
I don?t think you?re worth it
And I really don?t care if you?re lying or listening
So much for second chances
So much for forgive and forget

Say anything, I can take it apart
I saw you through a screen, you?re worse than I thought
So much for all your trouble
So much for the beat of my heart
Say anything I can take it apart
I saw you through a screen, you?re worse than I thought
So much for second chances
So much for forgive and forget