Go and take a ride to a shop in
Grant park, you can walk through the door
And shove the knife in her heart. when you
Tell her that you can't stand the song anymore,
The one you two adopted on the prom dance floor.
You can be a tom cruise and make a big scene
Or be like macgyver and cut it clean. either way
There's gonna be blood on the floor when you tell her
That you don't dig girls anymore.
Chorus:
Anymore, anymore, (i can't believe it, i can't
Believe it)
Here's a funny story about a singer named jed
He caught his girlfriend with a woman in bed, they
Were watching loveline with a bottle of wine, having
A party like it's 1999. so he threw down the movies and
He had a heart attack, he jumped in the ocean, he never
Swam back. they just stood there naked except for their
Socks, feeling cheaper than the prize in a cracker jack box.
I don't think jed's really gonna wanna rock anymore.
Chorus:
Anymore, anymore, (i can't believe it, i can't
Believe it)
Check the exposure something's wrong with this
Picture, can't see the truth through all of the lines, check
The exposure something's wrong with this picture
All in all your gonna lose your mind.
Here's a little story that you're gonna adore,
It's kinda like the lost scene on the cutting room floor.
It's all fun and games 'til you get a black eye, you're
Down in the sewer asking all the rats why. so you can live
In love and lie and cheat if you wish, but you know that's
About as tacky as a satelite dish on a hot pink house with
A burgandy door, with cigarette butts all over the floor. i
Don't think my stomache's gonna take anymore.
Chorus:
Anymore, anymore, (i can't believe it, i can't
Believe it)
