Testo: Brand New. Secondary.

And it comes down to you
Never and ever, wrecked his day
Looks and flirts and noontime in your shortest skirt
Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed
Thank you for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong

Stop these looks and letters
This isn't for the better,
you've stripped me down
It's for the worse
You're not my girl
(can't recall, I can't recall all the times)
I can't recall all the times
that she talked down to you
Letter's come again

Stop the circulation
to my legs and break my bones
Dateless and late
I'm better by myself at home
Past the point of trying and I'm dying here
Secondary laughs at every word
I know came out completely wrong

Stop these looks and letters
This isn't for the better,
you've stripped me down
It's for the worse
You're not my girl
(can't recall, I can't recall all the times)
I can't recall all the times
that she talked down to you
Letter's come again

And it's my last semester
And brothers always come first
It's my last semester (it's my last semester)
At least until next winter (at least until next winter)
But I'm sure that I'll be over this by then
Better scenes... I wish you'd seen me
Better off if I just let it be
Better pretend it don't matter
Better of if I could have her
Better days since the day I met her
I'd better hope she got my letters
Better off in two year stretches