Trashed and battered now and passed out on the floor
I'm getting good at sleeping on dates
Nothing seems to hold my interest anymore
Bad ideas come in small doses
Nice to meet you
We can't wow you with our people skills
We make enemies not friends Your name again?
I just met someone whose name I already forgot
Come back and tell me what has changed
Your fake blood and blonde do not compliment your face
Go get your gun, I'll get my hammer
We are the only friends that we have
It was the intention to make the third verse the same as the first
Getting dumber as I get older
Only wimps can not handle broken hearts
We don't know anyone in this town
I'm making a pact I'm delivering
I'm making a scene I'm delivering
We're making a pact We're delivering
We're making a scene We're delivering