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I'd rather spend my evening talking to Chloe on Twitter
Than having you come over, so it'll be like old times
But I know that you don't give a fuck
'Cause you're knee-deep in your iPhone
But now that you saw my tweets, you know that I'm home
Buried in my cell phone tryna get a hold of someone new
Instead of hangin' out with you and your high school stories
But you sure know how to get right to me
With all those Facebook statuses about relationships and such
Poor grammar is a must, but I trust that you can do it
But I couldn't give a fuck whether you give a fuck or not
Rip my eye sockets out, make me regret ever going out
But I know I'll make it out of here alive as long as I don't watch your life
Unfold before my very eyes, yeah, you told this high school story
One too many times for me, you know I'd rather-
I'd rather spend my evening talking to Chloe on Twitter
Than having to look you right in your eyes
