Well Dressed Mess

you smiled at me with that half-ass grin

you know the one you give me all the time

with a face like that you should be on the cover of a magazine

but you don't read them "they're not my type", at least that's what you say

i won't say a word if you won't either tonight

you can stand there all evening if you'd like

but the looks you're gonna throw my way won't make me any less conviced

you're a smalltown girl with a big mouth, and i'm through with this

lovely, you look so lovely in your new suede shoes

they're you're favorite, mine too, will you take them with you

when you run through your woods you've got back at home?

past the sunset and over the dirty roads

look at you, a well dressed hypocrite

you sing all the songs you hated when you were a kid

you know the ones you never knew the words to

and that's alright, 'cause you're all grown up

but just because you can spell love, doesn't mean you should say it so much

i can't fight the dark if you don't give me some light

you say daytime is your favorite, but you're so unfaitful, when you make love to the night

so won't you wrap yourself up in your insecurity blanket

it's nice and warm, to think you didn't want to buy it

lonely, you look so lonely surrounded in you corner of friends

they're you're favorite, mine too, but will they follow you

when you run through the woods of your past?

"oh don't worry, they don't know about that"

look at you, a liar in designer jeans

i don't think this is what best friends is supposed to mean

no no you've got it all wrong

you can't sum up two years with the title of a song

you had me at hello,

but you've got a fancy way of saying goodbye