Bad Scene, Everyone's Fault
Dear You LP/CD
I went to a party last night.
I ran into this guy I knew,
All I could say was,
So we went into the living room.
Anyway, there she sat,
Then she said, "Why, why, oh why, oh why,
Then the cops showed up.
What sick things I saw.
Makeout sessions and bicycle messengers,
punks and art school dropouts.
but hadn't seen in years.
We went into the neon kitchen
and stole a couple beers.
He said his girl had dumped him
but was there with another guy.
He said that he still liked her.
"Why, why, oh why, oh why,
Why is it always like this?
Either you're too mean, or you're too nice."
He said, "I even cooked her breakfast."
Someone was blasting Zeppelin.
It sounded good.
I felt ashamed.
I knew every drum fill.
Totally kissing this guy.
They looked good, I mean like in love.
Then I remembered my friend.
He said, "How could you do this?
You said that you needed your space.
He's wearing the shirt that I gave you."
Why are you always like this?
If I'm having fun then it's breaking your heart.
Besides, you said I could have it."