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've got a plan... 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
so 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 plan crashes tonight, she'll find some way to dissapoint me
by not burning in the wreckage or drowning at the bottom of the sea
"jess, i still taste you, 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.. the weather's getting better by the hour
i hope it rains there all the time
and if you've ever said you missed me then don't say you never lied
i'm without you
so 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
okay, no more songs about you
after this one, i'm done
you're gone
you're never gonna get it right.
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