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I'm learning, I'm yearning I'm burning, all your stuff But that's not enough. I'm faking, that I'm aching Mistaking lust for love. Thanks, that was fun Don't forget, no regrets Except maybe one. Did I scare you? When I dared you? I stared you in the eye And told you goodbye. You mock me, It shocked me, When you walked me to the bus. Thanks, that was fun Don't forget, no regrets Except maybe one. Made a deal not to feel God, that's dumb Everybody knows the deal fell through. I was hoping I could just blame you. When was it that I became so soft? This sentimentality doesn't look good on me. I thought that you would be begging to be with me. I'm the one on my knees blubbering please let me stay. Deflated, and jaded. I hated when you called which isn't at all. I've spoken, though broken. Here's a token of my love. Thanks, that was fun Don't forget, no regrets Except maybe one. Made a deal not to feel God, that was dumb Don't forget, no regrets Except maybe one. Made a deal not to feel Thanks, that was fun. So, yeah, that sums up high school in a Barenaked Ladies song. Or maybe I just wanted to quote a barenaked ladies song. Or maybe it's just to early and I should probably be sleeping after a night of "part-aying." Or maybe in the words of Eddie Izzard, "Ah, fuck it." *****
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