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 gla** 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)