[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