I'd rather spend my evening

Talking to chloe on twitter

Than having you come over

So it'll be like old times

But I know that you don't give a fuck

Cause you're knee deep in your iphone

But now that you saw my tweets

You know that I'm home

Buried in my cell phone

Tryna' get a hold of someone new

Instead of hanging out with you

And your high school stories

But you sure know how to get right to me

With all those facebook statuses

About relationships and such

Poor grammar is a must

But I trust that you can do it

But I couldn't give a fuck

Whether you give a fuck or not

Rip my eye sockets out

Make me regret ever going out

But I know I'll make it out of here alive

As long as I don't watch your life

Unfold before my very eyes

You told this high school story

One too many times for me

You know I'd rather

I'd rather spend my evening

Talking to chloe on twitter

Than having to look you right in your eyes