You like cherry cola more than the regular kind I can't really fault ya, our tastes just don't coincide There ain't nothing 'bout you that was rightfully mine You're a plot point irrelevant to my storyline Got the blues, baby For you again Had no chance, maybe But I still gave in Bought new clothes because I thought I was gonna see you Cut my hair in my bedroom with stupid safety scissors How embarrassing, I thought We'd share earphones and I'd show you the music I like I can't really fault you, our tastes just don't coincide Got the blues, baby For you again Had no chance, maybe But I still gave in And my friends said not to do it But I didn't listen to them No, I didn't wanna listen to them So I cut my hair on impulse And now I look fucking stupid And I probably should've listened to them Got the blues, baby For you again Had no chance, maybe But I still gave in Got the blues, baby For you again Had no chance, maybe But I still gave in Got the blues, baby For you again Had no chance, maybe But I still gave in Got the blues, baby For you again Had no chance, maybe