She Doesn't Get It Lyrics - Dog Problems - Format

All the girls pose the same for pictures 

All the boys got the same girls' hair 

I am bored 'cause I feel much older 

Look at me, as if I've got a reason to stare 

But you talk so loud 

That it calms me down 

You're crying, "let's make a toast" 

She says she's leaving on a Sunday 

That leaves me one more night 

Can I take you home? 

I know it's wrong 

But I know your type 

She says she's leaving on a Sunday 

And I don't care 

I need to know where to turn 

I tried it once 

It never caught on 

I was the only one that got hurt 

I've read every word you've said 

From a poster of a cat 

Four books look across your sofa 

I thought your coffee table 

Was more clever than that 

It gets worse once we get to her room 

As she stops and she sings 

"doot do do doot do do doot do do" 

I claim "New Religion" is my song 

She doesn't get it 

It's all before she was born 

And you lock your doors 

Like I've been here before 

I feel like I've seen a ghost 

Suddenly between sheets and eyelids 

I am reminded why I don't do this 

I fall in love far too quickly 

I never want her to forget me 

When you're gone 

Will you call? 

Will you write?