Fashionably Late

It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot, and I'm hanging with her friends again Great taste, beautiful place, and you're fashionably late And I don't wanna be that guy that makes you sad, makes you cry again Without a doubt, sorry about making out with your friends, go I love the way that this began, started off right, so innocent I'm letting you know, I'm letting you go, I want your best friend I'm giving it up and asking why you seemed so shocked and so surprised I'm sorry it hurts, I'm surely a jerk, I understand why you're mad Don't talk that crap when you call me back As a matter of fact, don't act like that Everybody knows you're right Everybody knows I'm wrong It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot, and I'm hanging with her friends again Great taste, beautiful place, and you're fashionably late And I don't wanna be that guy that makes you sad, makes you cry again Without a doubt, sorry about making out with your friends It's got nothing to do with how you look, just another excuse to write a hook I'm letting you know, she liked my post up on my Facebook And after all, you're not my type, but all your friends are pretty nice You know what I mean, stop making a scene and take some words of advice Don't talk that crap when you call me back As a matter of fact, don't act like that Everybody knows you're right Everybody knows I'm wrong It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot, and I'm hanging with her friends again Great taste, beautiful place, and you're fashionably late And I don't wanna be that guy that makes you sad, makes you cry again Without a doubt, sorry about making out with your friends And I've got the topic conversation now And I know I'm running out of time It's not an honest demonstration now You're not the only one, not the only one Don't talk that crap when you call me back As a matter of fact, don't act like that Everybody knows you're right Everybody, sing along, ah And I don't wanna be that guy that makes you sad, makes you cry again Without a doubt, sorry about fucking all your friends It's nine o'clock on the dot at the spot, and I'm hanging with her friends again Great taste, beautiful place, and you're fashionably late And I don't wanna be that guy that makes you sad, makes you cry again Without a doubt, sorry about making out with your friends Making out with your friends Making out with your friends Without a doubt, sorry about having sex with all your friends, hahaha