Whatever poisons in this bottle will leave me broken, sore and stiff
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at
He owes me one last wish
So here's a present to let you know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips
But I got a plan (I got a plan)
To drink for forty days and forty nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And every time you fed the line, you mean so much to me
I'm without you
Tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date, who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date, who would do anything you say
And even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find some way to disappoint me
By not burning in the wreckage
Or drowning at the bottom of the sea
Jess, I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you
And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style
It's 8:45 (it's 8:45)
The weather is getting better by the hour
I hope it rains there all the time
And if you ever said you missed me then don't say you never lied
I'm without you
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at
He owes me one last wish
So here's a present to let you know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips
But I got a plan (I got a plan)
To drink for forty days and forty nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And every time you fed the line, you mean so much to me
I'm without you
Tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date, who would do anything you say
Tell all the English boys you meet
About the American boy back in the states
The American boy you used to date, who would do anything you say
And even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find some way to disappoint me
By not burning in the wreckage
Or drowning at the bottom of the sea
Jess, I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you
And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style
It's 8:45 (it's 8:45)
The weather is getting better by the hour
I hope it rains there all the time
And if you ever said you missed me then don't say you never lied
I'm without you
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