All the girls pose the same for pictures   All the boys got the same girls' hair   I am bored 'cause I feel much older   Look at me, as if I've got a reason to stare      But you talk so loud   That it calms me down   You're crying, "let's make a toast"      She says she's leaving on a Sunday   That leaves me one more night   Can I take you home?   I know it's wrong   But I know your type      She says she's leaving on a Sunday   And I don't care   I need to know where to turn   I tried it once   It never caught on   I was the only one that got hurt      I've read every word you've said   From a poster of a cat   Four books look across your sofa   I thought your coffee table   Was more clever than that      It gets worse once we get to her room   As she stops and she sings   "doot do do doot do do doot do do"   I claim "New Religion" is my song   She doesn't get it   It's all before she was born      And you lock your doors   Like I've been here before   I feel like I've seen a ghost      Suddenly between sheets and eyelids   I am reminded why I don't do this   I fall in love far too quickly   I never want her to forget me   When you're gone   Will you call?   Will you write?