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Well every once in awhile, she'll find my number in her phone and we'll talk for hoursShe'll tell me things I've never known about when we were togetherShe's saying sorry, it's just such a long walk homeSo she's coming over cause it's better than being aloneAnd I will move to the city and I will sleep on a bench in central parkAnd I will make new friends; we will keep all our things in shopping cartsAnd when the cops come to find me, my new friends will hide meAnd we will steal whatever we need for funAnd if they get suspicious, me and all my new friends will runI'm not gonna sit here and deny what I'm pretty sure I feltI want what we had, just wanna feel it with someone elseWell every once in a while, she'll stumble on my number in her phoneAnd she drinks too much. I got to get my number out of her phoneBecause she has the nerve to call me and tell me she loves me, and that she is tired of being aloneSo she's coming over cause I'm a bitch and don't know how to say noI just wasn't ready, I just wasn't cool yet (No, no, I just wasn't)I didn't know what I wanted (No, no, I just wasn't)But I should have known what I would probably get (No, no, I just wasn't)I'm not gonna sit here and deny what I'm pretty sure I feltI want what we had, just wanna feel it with someone else. Aus Songtexte Mania