Less Cute

Never thought that I could feel such a slap in the face

Since my semester in New York where I drank it away

Social strategies were taught to Bohemian crowds

And my love was like a food stamp handing it out

Oh, though I fell in love with you, all fey and grizzled and mature

You left me naked, pining, whining on your bathroom floor

If it makes you jealous, tell us just which boy we should adore

Only talk about myself so I don't mind that he's a bore

He's like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do

He's like a Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do

He'll have to do

Mountain man! Brag about your band to me!

You got me hot with all those snide remarks about my poetry

But he gobbles up every single line about the stars

And how they scar my slightly chubby arms like brightly lit cigars

So now he's next to me but I can feel you in my heart

You're everything. You're everything he'll never be

It's misery and, more specifically

I miss that day you spit on me

He's like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do

He's like a Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do

He'll have to do

He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do

He's like a Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do

He'll have to do

He has no inkling of your status or mind

He's just the glue that I splatter to bind

You and I like siamese twins

So let this sick, sad game begin

Now you're here again and he will wonder where I've been

I'm giving in but, in my own opinion, it's how to be

Though I can hear him singing:

"All this envy's killing me. It's killing me."

He's like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do

He's like a Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do

Have to do

He's a like a less cute version of you but he'll have to do

(And every time I see your face I die inside.)

He's like a Wal-Mart version of you but he'll have to do

(And every time I see your face I die inside.)

He'll have to do