I drove For what seemed Like all night Just to lock it in a drawer And hide at your bedside. I had Mr. Conley To keep me company. I was so lost When you found me. Or did I find you? I can't remember it clearly. Either way, The mess I made Deserved a trophy. Boys and girls fall in and out of love so quickly. All your plans fell through before you had the chance to tell me. While I was so hung up On a ghost that kept me haunting All the same corridors Of one or two or more's. Now we've moved on, All grown up, thirteen years bad luck. Every lie I told, Heart I broke, Name I didn't know. The mess in me Deserved a trophy. I still have Mr. Conley To keep me company.