  I guess I met the devil,  but I sure didn't know no better You were kool as hell like e- mail,  but still timeless like a letter As I sit and I stare at the satanic glare,  on the glass frame in front of your face You're alone on my shelf,
 yelling,  " look at yourself"  I feel like Bobby Brady breaking the vase But now you're all screwed up ( chorus)  You're so yesterday Miles away Promised myself on new years day I'd take a bath today And wash you away As all of your little blonde hairs go down the drain Your sister called me yesterday to tell me I was a loser At least I haven't lost my mind,  and at least I'm not a boozer As I tried to heed to your wants and your needs You were solemnly lost in space So keep reading your books on " how to give dirtly looks"  Everytime I should be put in my place Now you're all screwed up ( chorus)
 I guess I met the devil,
 but I sure didn't know no better You were cool as hell like e-
mail,
 but still timeless like a letter (
chorus)
