Judgements From The World's Greatest Band
It wasn't what I imagined but I never imagined it
George, John and Paul all judging me from my wall
And I wonder what they would say if they could talk
Front yard's a parking lot
The house is packed but I forgot
I'm runnin' from room to room
Runnin' away from you
And I wondered what you would do
A Christian boy left in my room
I guess I'm apathetic
Upset, obsessed with you
And I guess I just don't get it
Well, I don't think you wanted me too
No, I don't think you wanted me too
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
I'd like to key your car, but I don't know where it is or you are
I'll bet it's a '93 Corolla, but if you asked, I'd be right there to hold ya
A stranger to me then, you're still a stranger to me now
And I wonder where you've been and where you hide out
And I guess I'd like to know if you think of me when you pass my home
I guess I'm apathetic
Upset, obsessed with you
And I guess I just don't get it
Well, I don't think you wanted me too
No, I don't think you wanted me too
Well, fuck you
Ah-ah, nah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, nah-ah-ah-ah
And the cost's all mine
50 bucks and a lukewarm bath
Well, that's just fine
You can keep it, I don't want it back
You can keep it, I don't want it back
Fucking keep it, I don't want it back
George, John and Paul all judging me from my wall
And I wonder what they would say if they could talk
Front yard's a parking lot
The house is packed but I forgot
I'm runnin' from room to room
Runnin' away from you
And I wondered what you would do
A Christian boy left in my room
I guess I'm apathetic
Upset, obsessed with you
And I guess I just don't get it
Well, I don't think you wanted me too
No, I don't think you wanted me too
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah
I'd like to key your car, but I don't know where it is or you are
I'll bet it's a '93 Corolla, but if you asked, I'd be right there to hold ya
A stranger to me then, you're still a stranger to me now
And I wonder where you've been and where you hide out
And I guess I'd like to know if you think of me when you pass my home
I guess I'm apathetic
Upset, obsessed with you
And I guess I just don't get it
Well, I don't think you wanted me too
No, I don't think you wanted me too
Well, fuck you
Ah-ah, nah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, nah-ah-ah-ah
And the cost's all mine
50 bucks and a lukewarm bath
Well, that's just fine
You can keep it, I don't want it back
You can keep it, I don't want it back
Fucking keep it, I don't want it back
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Writer(s): Annie Dirusso
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