Sleeping on your lawn

Never know where I'm walking home
Never know where I'll sleep alone
The other night when we couldn't meet
I saw his car in your street
And then the next day you said you were only friends
But then after class I saw you two hold hands

If I come knocking and I'm acting confused
I'm just trying to sweep you off your feet without puking on your shoes
So please don't hate me for sleeping on your lawn
And please don't hate me for staring at your mom

And please don't hate me for flipping off your dad
And please don't hate me for all the things I said
All the nights where I drive you home
All the nights that we spend alone

Sitting on the roof of your house
And all the things we've talked about
And I could write a book with all the things I miss
But I guess the stories, they always end like this

So please don't hate me for sleeping on your lawn
And please don't hate me for staring at your mom
And please don't hate me for staring at your mom
And please don't hate me for flipping off your dad

And please don't hate me for all the things I said
Fed your dog chocolate, puked on your carpet
Pissed on your doormat, blame it on the cat
Seated not like that, I'd bash your mailbox in

With a baseball bat
So please don't hate me for sleeping on your lawn
And please don't hate me for staring at your mom
And please don't hate me for flipping off your dad

And please don't hate me for all the things I said
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