Brand New

whatever poison's in this bottle
will leave me broken sore and stiff
but its the genie at the bottom who im sucking at
he owes me one last wish
so here's a present to let you know i still exist
i hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips
but i've got a plan
i'll drink for 40 days and 40 nights
a sip for every second hand tick
and everytime you've fed the line you mean so much to me im without you
tell all the english boys you meet
about the american boy back in the states
the american boy you used to date
who would do anything you say
and even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find someway to dissappoint me
by not burning in the wreckage
or drowning at the bottom of the sea