Twenty years has brought me here The cusp of something still unclear The future's screaming in my ear So I slam the door And I'm not sure what sucks more this empty house that I ignore Or your new boyfriend I abhor with every fiber of my core Who's keeping score, whose keeping score, whose keeping score? I'm always losing Picking at sutures that I sewed myself That's the last blood you'll draw babe Your photo's off my shelf I am through throwing punches, let me make this clear You've wasted a good month, but you cannot take my year Wake up drained my head in pain The words I never meant to say Escaped last night, my cool has died in vain (I love my friends) I'll live and I'll learn and I'll die (I hate your friends) And I'll find a brand new song to write (I love your friends) About me and my friends and how you never meant a thing to them (I hate your friends) Who's keeping score? I'm always losing Picking at sutures that I sewed myself That's the last blood you'll draw babe Your photo's off my shelf I am through throwing punches, let me make this clear You've wasted a good month, but you cannot take my year Picking at sutures that I sewed myself That's the last blood you'll draw babe Your photo's off my shelf I am through throwing punches, let me make this clear You've wasted a good month, but you cannot take my year Through throwing punches (Our year this is our year)