You're So Last Summer — Taking Back Sunday: текст песни

She said don't, don't let it go to your head Boys like you are a dime a dozen Boys like you are a dime a dozen She said you're a touch overrated, you're a lush and I hate it, but these grass stains on my knees they won't mean a thing

And all I (all I) need to know (need to know) Is that I'm somethin you'll be missin' (is that I'm somethin that you'll miss... it's pathetic) (maybe I should hate you for this) Maybe I should hate you for this Never really did ever quite get that far (maybe I should hate you for this) Maybe I should hate you for this Never really did ever quite get that...

I'd never lie to you Unless I had to I'll do what I got to Unless I had to I'll do what I go to, the truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleedin' on your shirt

'Cuase I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions This'll be the last chance you get to drop my name 'Cuase I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions This'll be the last chance you get to drop my name

If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (8x)