Gonna pretend
that you're the easiest thing
to give up for lent,
even more than wine or ice cream.
I'll try to convince
that they're all sweeter on my lips,
more than your skin.
So it's truly unfortunate,
that everyone knows I'm full of shit.
What? What else am I supposed to do?
I got to stop thinking of you.
Gonna forget
that you have that hot accent.
I'm not gonna let
the way you say my name effect
the drum in my chest.
So when my beat starts getting fast,
you've nothing to do with it.
So it's quite unfortunate
that everyone knows I'm full of shit.
What? What else am i supposed to do?
ooh
Ive got to stop thinkin' of you.
No more love songs,
unless you count this as one.
No more sweet thoughts,
just after these ones that we've done.
No more memories
with my head repeating scenes
of your wake weakening me
at the knees.
Down on my knees....
Not gonna spend
another second thinking things
that happened when
we were hiding in out in your bed.
I'm just gonna, just gonna, just gonna act
like you did not really impress.
I've seen better anyway,
you really weren't that great,
it's such a shame,
I'm full of shit.
What? What else am i supposed to do?
I got to stop....
I've gotta stop...
I've gotta stop....
thinking of you.
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Lyrics submitted by Julie.