I went to a party last night
What sick things I saw
Makeout sessions and bicycle messengers,
Punks and art school dropouts
I ran into this guy I knew
But hadn't seen in years
We went into the neon kitchen and stole a couple beers
He said his girl had dumped him
But there was another guy
He said that he still liked her
All I could say was,
"Why, why, oh why, oh why,
Why is it always like this?
Either you're too mean, or you're too nice"
He said, "I even cooked her breakfast"
So we went into the living room
Someone was blasting Zeppelin
It sounded good
I felt ashamed
I knew every drum fill
Anyway, there she sat,
Totally kissing this guy
They looked good, I mean like in love
Then I remembered my friend
He said, "How could you do this?
You said that you needed your space
He's wearing the shirt that I gave you"
Then she said, "Why, why, oh why, oh why,
Why are you always like this?
If I'm having fun then it's breaking your heart
Besides, you said I could have it"
Then the cops showed up