I’ve Got Fives

I've sat through this so many times
I said I'm such a fool for thinking that I'd sit through this again
So leave a note on your bedpost
I'll browse through your words in my head
I'll browse right through your words while thinking...
What is it that you really wanted?
What exactly did you want to hear me say now that I'm ripped and torn away?

When I'm driving past your town flashing memories of you...
Fashionably late said our rivals by the doors you came through
Taking pictures by your house, hearing music from your room
But it's not me
My mixtape must mean nothing to you

Everyone's going to the party tonight because they all know she's gonna be there
And they all want a piece of something they couldn't reach
You're gone and I'm home

Everyone's going to the party tonight because they all know she's gonna be there