Lyrics: Jake Cornell/Jordan Sherman/Sam DeRosa
Music: Jake Cornell/Jordan Sherman/Sam DeRosa
Girl next door
Said
No one ever taught you to love
Spent a year or more
Tryna give you everything that you want
Now you're picking fights
Til mascara runs
And you're throwing dishes
You packed your stuff
Yeah you lit the match
And I called your bluff
You called it off and fired the gun
I swore you were heaven sent
Since the day we met
Didn't stand a chance
Oh well what a coincidence
Didn't tell your friends
Bout the mess we're in
Now it's all my fault
For your broken heart
And your bitterness
So I'll go and take the hit
But you can't pretend
That your innocent
Gentleman
I Like to think I am but it's tough
You've got the upper hand
Know how to keep me under your thumb
Now I see you out
But you cross the street
And the mess was ours
But the blame's on me
When you lit the match
And I called your bluff
You called it off and fired the gun
I swore you were heaven sent
Since the day we met
Didn't stand a chance
Oh well what a coincidence
Didn't tell your friends
Bout the mess we're in
Now it's all my fault
For your broken heart
And your bitterness
So I'll go and take the hit
But you can't pretend
That your innocent
Waste my time
And waste my love
Guess that wasn't enough
Losing sleep
From losing us
Maybe you were never the one
Waste my time
And waste my love
Guess that wasn't enough
Losing sleep
From losing us
Maybe you were never the one but
I swore you were heaven sent
Since the day we met
Didn't stand a chance
Oh well what a coincidence
Didn't tell your friends
Bout the mess we're in
Now it's all my fault
For your broken heart
And your bitterness
So I'll go and take the hit
But you can't pretend
That your innocent