When I Get Home You’re So Dead (Demo) Mayday Parade

[Verse 1]
The words are coming, I feel terrible
Is it typical for us to end like this?
Am I just another scene from a movie that you've seen
One hundred times?
Cause baby you weren't the first or the last or the worst
And I've got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse
And we could sit around and cry but frankly
You're not worth it anymore

[Chorus]
So say hello to all the boys at the top
Of this table that you're under
Lipstick lullabies
This is sorry for the last time
And baby I understand that you're making new friends
This is how you get by
The moral this time is:
Girls make boys cry, and I...

On any other day I'd shoot the boy
But your simple toy had caused a scene like this
Leave him hanging on the walls, just a picture in the hall
Like a hundred more (like a hundred more)
Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips
And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips
I hope he's leaving you empty baby this is just a fix
Such a simple little whore