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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 SongtexteUnfold 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 Aus Songtexte Mania