I guess I met the devil,
but I sure didn't know no better
You were kool as hell like e-mail,
but still timeless like a letter
As I sit and I stare at the satanic glare,
on the glass frame in front of your face
You're alone on my shelf, yelling, "look at yourself"
I feel like Bobby Brady breaking the vase
But now you're all screwed up
You're so yesterday
Miles away
Promised myself on new years day
I'd take a bath today
And wash you away
As all of your little blonde hairs
go down the drain
Your sister called me yesterday
to tell me I was a loser
At least I haven't lost my mind
and at least I'm not a boozer
As I tried to heed to
your wants and your needs
You were solemnly lost in space
So keep reading your books on
how to give dirtly looks
Everytime I should be put in my place
Now you're all screwed up
You're so yesterday
Miles away
Promised myself on new years day
I'd take a bath today
And wash you away
As all of your little blonde hairs
go down the drain
I guess I met the devil
but I sure didn't know no better
You were cool as hell like e-mail
but still timeless like a letter
You're so yesterday
Miles away
Promised myself on new years day
I'd take a bath today
And wash you away
As all of your little blonde hairs
go down the drain