Yeah, you must think you're funny calling him at ten o'clock

You think he thinks you're pretty, I can guarantee he does not

I know you see me, do you think that you can win this game?

Yeah, you must think that you're so attractive when you're playing dumb

The only thing you're showing him is how desperate you've become

I hope you trip over the boundaries that you've stepped right over.

But go ahead and shoot your shot, baby

Let me know how it goes

Know him better than you thought and I think you should know.

You're his apocalyptic crush

He'd like you only if there was

No one left on earth

Babe, I'm sorry if that hurts

But he's mine until then.

You're his apocalyptic crush

If we all died you'd be the one

Who'd get to kiss him in the ashes

So, hey, what are the chances of world war iii?

'cause he's never gonna like you like he likes me.