You are my cassette tape

'Cause everybody knows

That you're a piece of shit

Yet they seem to love you anyway

It's something I can't explain

You're nostalgia

From when I thought that I

Needed someone like you

To make it through the day

Thank god I couldn't make you stay

And it seems like these types of things have a way

Of coming and going with each day

Yeah, it seems like these types of things

Are never truly here to stay

For you

I'm no vinyl

But at least I'm consistent

I'm always here for you

Regardless of the day

It's something I can't explain

You're the fairest of fair-weather friends

The Russian roulette of making or breaking my day

Thank god I couldn't make you stay

And it seems like these types of things have a way

Of coming and going with each day

Yeah, it seems like these types of things

Are never truly here to stay

For you

You are my cassette tape

'Cause everybody knows

That you're a piece of shit

Yet they seem to love you anyway

It's something I can't explain

You're nostalgia

From when I thought that I

Needed someone like you

To make it through the day

Thank god I couldn't make you stay