I packed a bag with all my clothes
And squeezed your shirt in for the road
Your scent is mine, sweet valentine
But keep your filthy boxers lyin’

I took your bike and ran away
To all the places we could stay
I don’t care if you’re left behind
With all your lies, your fucked-up mind

I took a blind fold,
put it on
to try to picture life alone

the perfect guy
that’s what they said
I want a refund, or your head

I took your bike to outer space
I’m E.T. phone home, this my place
to think and reevaluate
where have I gone since our first date?

The agony of letting go
It aint my love for you, you know
You’re just a guy who made me dream
And me, a brick, for your esteem

I took a blind fold,
put it on
to try to picture life alone

the perfect guy
that’s what they said
I want a refund, or your head