She have to been grown into punk   Or the conversation would never start   And hit me so hard id get a bump   So we dont drift far apart,   To still be there and    Watch the movie that we made         Since,   Shes extremely perfect and    My thoughts are dreaded   Add my lines up and I'll    Be made more pathetic x2 (chorus)      She'd have to be way pass dumb   That way she'd stay out longer   Someone who could never lack fun   I dont care if she was always wrong   I'll keep her in my Letters to God         Now,   Shes incredible, famous and    Im weak and impatient   She looked me in the   Face and told me   She faked it. x2 (chorus)