So here's to teenage romances, and never knowing why they hurt like hell.

I'll call you a disaster, and you won't call me at all.

And every time I close my eyes, my heart is bleeding deep inside, but now my eyes are open, and I'm never gonna be the one for you.

I'll play dumb, and then I'll play tragic, and you can break me like a bad habit.

You've been the only thing that's right in all that I've done.

You---It's everything. I'm coming apart, I'm coming to pieces.

And it isn't like I'm not trying to get over you. In fact, I'm amking progress...I only think about you when I breathe.

Because I'm so in love with what we were.

You keep telling me there's someone out there who's perfect for me, and every time you do I think to myself, "yeah, and he's standing right in front of me."

Even when she has nothing, she still loses it all.