Three-sixty-four and we gave up trying Guess we'll never know You always said you had perfect timing Spent your time alone So stereotypical, thinking I'm fixable Blame it on my principles, yeah, yeah You're so difficult, making it miserable Only liked me for the feel-good chemicals (One, two, three) One thing turns into something Back into nothing again One night turns into weekends Into a year, then not even friends So I guess I'm missing out on kissing every night And everything we do always ends up in a fight One thing turns into something Back into nothing again You're on the floor and I'm next door crying Is that all she wrote? You say we're good and I know you're lying How it always goes So stereotypical, thinking I'm fixable Blame it on my principles, yeah, yeah You're so difficult, making it miserable Only liked me for the feel-good chemicals One thing turns into something Back into nothing again One night turns into weekends Into a year, then not even friends So I guess I'm missing out on kissing every night And everything we do always ends up in a fight One thing turns into something Back into nothing again ♪ (One thing turns into something) (Back into nothing again)