your lipstick, his collar.. don't bother angel i know exactly what goes on when everything you'll get is everything that you've wanted, princess well which would you prefer my finger on the trigger, or me face down, down across your floor well just so long as this thing's loaded and will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head this all was only wishful thinkin don't bother trying to explain angel i know exactly what goes on when you're on... and how about i'm outside of your window watchin him keep the details covered you're such a sucker for a sweet talker and will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head, this all was only wishful thinkin, (the only thing i regret is that i, i never let you hold me back) hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins i will never ask if you don't ever tell me i know you well enough to know you never loved me why can't i feel anything from anyone other than you? and all of this was all your fault i stay wrecked and jealous for this, for this simple reason i just need to keep you in mind as something larger than life taking back sunday - cute without the "e".