Last Chance to Lose Your Keys by Brand New

I cashed in all my chips tonight
And combed my hair to look just right
Cause I've been thinking about you and me girl
And we got something going on
You told me you can't wait to see me
And you didn't bother to even show up
This whole situation's incredibly typical

I should have seen it all along
(I should've seen it all along)
(I should've seen it all along)
It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off
Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you, baby

You call me on the phone
And you don't even want to talk
You're staring at me from across the room
But turn your back when I walk up
We got inches away
And I never even got close
Leave your lipstick at home
Don't pick up the phone
Don't bother to look in my direction

I should have seen it all along
(I should've seen it all along)
(I should've seen it all along)
It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off
Home on a Saturday night with all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you, baby
Home on a Saturday night with all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you, baby
(Forget everything you)
(Think you know about me)
This isn't high school
(Forget everything you)
(Think you know about me)
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
I'm better off
Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you, baby
(Forget everything you think you)
(Think you know about me)
Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you, baby
(Forget everything you)
(Think you know about me)
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
This isn't high school
Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you, baby
(Forget everything you)
(Think you know about me)
This isn't high school (x5)
Home on a Saturday night
With all my doors locked up tight
I won't be thinking about you, baby
(Forget everything you)
(Think you know about me)
This isn't high school (x4)