Go and take a ride to a shop in Park You can walk through the door and shove the knife in her When you tell her that you can't stand the anymore The one you two adopted on the dance floor
You can be a Tom and make a big scene Or be like and cut it clean way there's gonna be blood on the floor When you tell her you don't dig girls anymore
Anymore,
a funny story about a singer named Jed Yeah he caught his with a woman in bed And, they were watching love with a bottle of wine Having a party it's 1999
So he threw down the movies and he had a heart He jumped in the ocean, he never swam They just stood there except for their socks Feeling cheaper than the in a cracker jack box I don't think Jed's really wanna rock anymore
Anymore, (I can't believe it, I believe it) Anymore, Anymore, (I believe it, I can't believe it)
the exposure, something's wrong with this picture I can't see the truth through all of the lines Check the exposure wrong with this picture All in all your gonna your mind
There's a little story you're gonna adore It's kinda like the lost scene on the cutting room It's all fun and 'til you get a black eye You're down in the asking all the rats why
You can live in love and lie and if you wish, but you know That's as tacky as a satellite dish On a hot pink house with a door With cigarette all over the floor I don't think my stomach's take anymore
Anymore, (I can't believe it, I believe it) Anymore, Anymore, (I can't it, I can't believe it)
the exposure, something's wrong with this picture Check the exposure, something's wrong this picture (I believe it, I can't believe it) Check the exposure, wrong with this picture the exposure, something's wrong (I can't it, I can't believe it)
I can't believe it, I can't it I can't believe it, I can't it