Every day I'm suffering I get high just to numb the pain Of losing you again I can hardly stand the thought Of becoming just a friend We've gone through way too much To call it quits and let it end I just wish you would let me come on over I've been told from the scholars of old That the sky will fall, and we'll sell our souls For nothing less than a picket fence and some happiness But here we are again, girl What else am I supposed to do? I can go out with all my friends And grab a drink or two But nothing can cauterize this painful open wound You left when I was at my lowest such a shitty move And I'm fucking sick of the back and forth Not ready for another war Getting left for dead on the kitchen floor Fuck that shit, yew! But here we are again, girl But here we are again But here we are again But here we are again