[Verse 1]

I'd rather spend my evening

Talking to Chloe on Twitter

Than having you come over

So it'll be like old times

But I know that you don't give a fuck

Cause you're knee deep in your iPhone

[Verse 2]

But now that you saw my tweets

You know that I'm home

Buried in my cell phone

Tryna get a hold of someone new

Instead of hanging out with you

And your high school stories

[Verse 3]

But you sure know how to get right to me

With all those Facebook statuses

About relationships and such

Poor grammar is a must

But I trust that you can do it

[Bridge]

But I couldn't give a fuck

Whether you give a fuck or not

Rip my eye sockets out

Make me regret ever going out

But I know I'll make it out of here alive

As long as I don't watch your life

Unfold before my very eyes

You told this high school story

One too many times for me

You know I'd rather

[Outro]

I'd rather spend my evening

Talking to Chloe on Twitter

Than having to look you right in your eyes