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There really isn't a genre. Weird would work great.
I'm a soloist for now (until my other band gets some good material and ready to record).
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #174
Peak in subgenre #41
Author
The Greatest Band
Rights
2010
Uploaded
March 17, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.3 MB • 128 kbps • 5:46
Story behind the song
Yeah, breakup.
Lyrics
Five cheeses on your ziti always proved to be quite enough
It’s your everlasting hatred for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups
Keep the orange juice flowin’ but don’t forget about your Andre Blush
It’s kind of cute they way you always tend to lose your hair brush
Kitty likes to love us both but then she likes to bite my head
I swear to God if she does it again, she might just end up dead
I know, I’m sorry, I love that cat just like she’s my own kid
Ripping up carpet, clawing the couches, and whatever else she did
These are all just things that I’ve grown to love
Including dive-bomb kitty from the window above
At 6am
Hey, we’re both just human and I’m bound to make some mistakes
But what other guy would cook you up heart-shaped pancakes?
I’m sorry for the things I’ve said, and the lies I’ve told
While I am writing this my Ramen is getting cold
I kind of like the way you deny that you’re one fourth Mexican
Until I say something in Spanish and you don’t understand it
Your favorite Mexican meal is Taco Bell’s number two
Where only the meat cheese and beans are good enough for you
And then it seems the tortilla unwraps and food falls all over your lap
But at least you have some extra hot sauce and you reach for another pack
And Jack’s expensive Box is home to your chicken sandwich
And you order no mayo but keep the lettuce and then take it off of it
And these are all just things about you that I love
Including the way I get yelled at for not disposing of
The garbage
Hey we’re both just human and you’re bound to make some mistakes
But what other girl would ever let me call her baby cakes?
I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and all the lies that I’ve told
I’m sure by now this is all getting pretty old.
So promise me that you’ll stop accusing me of sleeping with every girl listed
In the phone book and I’ll stop putting girls numbers in my wallet
I want there to be honesty but it’s hard when I seem to get in trouble
For everything like nose picking and even blowing bubbles
Okay that was a cheap shot and I’m sorry for that too
But I know that you’re the one for me and I have to have you
And this song is funny but there’s an underlying truth
And it’s that you’re the one for me and I really have to have you
All these are just things about you that I love
Even though I sometimes feel more deserving of
Your trust
Hey, we’re both just human and I’m prone to make some mistakes
But honey, together, we are grrrreat just like Frosted Flakes
I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and all the lies that I’ve sold
But now I’m gonna make it better, bigger, bold
I’m extending you an invitation to please come back home
Your daughter misses you and spends most of her day alone
I know we don’t have as much time for each other as before
I’ve cried so hard these last few days that my eyes are now sore
Lets cuddle up to late night TV likes favorite Chelsea Lately
Or the soup can make dumb jokes that make us laugh so greatly
Or we can watch Bones and hope she hooks up with Booth
And all the while I’ll be honest and say nothing but the truth
Please don’t be insecure, baby I chose you above the rest
I kind of miss seeing that heart necklace hanging on your chest
Please come back home.
I could never cheat on you, and I hope you know that
Even when we’re both 97 years old and kind of fat
Please come back home
You’re the one for me but darling I need you to believe
So cross your fingers, close your eyes, and count to three
And come back home
Come back home
