Candice Accola

I can’t believe I hung around with you
All this time
You drove me crazy with your O.C.D.
Boy you’re out of your mind
I’m countin’ on UFOs to beam me up
I just don’t know
How long I can take your shit, I’m over it
Boy, you gotta go
It’s over, we’re over
Just like in Crimson and Clover
Been sinking, I’m thinking
How the hell did I get so stupid?
It’s the end, Ex-Boyfriend
I don’t care what you think of me now
So long, you’re gone
This is our break-up song
One more thing before you go
Would you please give me my records back?
No Doubt, The Rolling Stones
Blondie, Jet, and Back in Black
You can keep the dog we bought
And the message I keyed in your car
Don’t hang around, don’t hit on my friends
They know how small you are
It’s over, we’re over