Tell Avril Lavigne I Never Wanted to Be Her Stupid Boyfriend Anyway Songtext
von Ben Marwood

Well there′s wrongs to re-write
Sorrows to drown
And I know that it's weird
But I drink her scent down

And I long to be held in her highest regard
With not so much a kiss more a meeting of lips
In the dark

And well she′s got this boy who has cut to the quick
But he's had his chances that he didn't make stick


And he′s cold and he′s callous and clearly a prick
Well I know i'm guilty but this girls got me sick
In the head

And while it′s so ill advised I don't see why I should quit
When we listen to deus and this is the kit

And the touch of her skins what my days are about
And i′d make her mine if she ever put out

This fear in my head that continues to roll
That i'm so fucking scared as i′m not in control

Still I long to be held in her highest regards
With not so much a kiss more a meeting of lips
In the dark