You’re So Last Summer // Taking Back Sunday

She said
“don’t, don’t let it go to your head
Boys like you are a dime a dozen,
Boys like you are a dime a dozen”
She said
“you’re a touch overrated,
you’re a lush and I hate it
but these grass stains on my knees
they won’t mean a thing”

Cause I’m a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This’ll be last chance you get to drop my name