You probably won't remember Both were just so wasted Home deco fucking tasteless My only friends Just my bed and my fender Another drink is better I know I'll get you naked Soft angora sweater Slowly take it off Still completely wasted I would pick you up the store We'd go home for a little more You'd throw your socks onto my guitar And then your bra ♪ Things never got any better I was always frustrated Completely lost my temper With you my love You promised, you even swore When did our lives turn into a bore? You still throw your socks onto my guitar But never again your bra