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I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm,
When you passed out.
I couldn't bring myself to call,
Except to call it quits.

Best friends.
Ex-friends till the end.
Better off as lovers,
And not the other way around.
Racing through the city,
Windows down,
In the back of yellow checkered cars.

You're wrong. Are we all wrong?
You're wrong. Are we all wrong?

This city says...

Come hell or high water.
Well, I'm feeling hot and wet.
I can't commit to a thing,
Be it heart or hospital.

Best friends.
Ex-friends till the end.
Better off as lovers,
And not the other way around.
Racing through the city,
Windows down,
In the back of yellow checkered cars.

You're wrong. Are we all wrong?
You're wrong. Are we all wrong?

The tombstones were waiting.
They were half-engraved.
They knew it was over,
Just didn't know the date.

And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me,
The same way I think of you.
This is a love song in my own way.
Happily ever after below the waist.

Best friends.
Ex-friends till the end.
Better off as lovers.
Racing through the city,
Windows down,
In the back of yellow checkered cars.

You're wrong. Are we all wrong?
You're wrong. Are we all wrong?

Best friends.
Ex-friends till the end.
Better off as lovers,
And not the other way around.
Ex-friends till the end.
Better off as lovers.