Two weeks in

I got this feeling that I could not stand you

Two weeks in

I got this feeling that I kind of hate you

Your Mother's front porch when you threw your bags down

(the whole town could see us)

What did you think was going to happen?

(no one could see us)

This is potentially

The worst thing that's happened to me

And I won't deny it, because I'm in denial

Months go by

You shoot that smile that gets you your way

The fool that I play, I'm back in your bed tonight

And although we're young, we said that we'd make this count

So take your bags and get the hell out of town

SO take your bags, because I don't need you around