Holy Cannoli

my perfect pin-up come off the wall
i ditched my buds for her bedroom,
but i swear it's not my fault
i think these feelings must be holy
this could be love, sorry, lo-o-o-ove

i find her junk in the street
kiss the puke off of her cheek
put her to bed

and in the morning my doll
remembers nothing at all
like never said

but now a summer's spent in two different ways
we talk like every other day
but now the texts are getting shorter
gotta sneak away to talk on the phone
i kinda mumble so nobody else knows
the conversations are sweet
real nice, but nothing too deep
not like before

still say 'i love you' but now
the words are forced from her mouth
s'kind of a bore

like we're not fun anymore

now my pillows smell like you in the morning
i've got your stains stuck in my sheets
and i'm like holy fuckin-noli!
i got plenty competition, i know
she'll find a new man to carry her home
he's probly cooler than me,
sleeps right where i used to sleep
right by her door

and in the morning they kiss
say, "i've never felt like this before"