I ordered pizza but no one came
I think that God has it out for me
I think you and I are one and the same
But we act so differently
Your friend had f*cked-up teeth but smiled all the time
I think that's called dramatic irony
Then you smiled and wrapped your hand up in mine
And slipped your bracelet onto me
It said "I love you" though we just met
And the shitty music filled my ears
After you left I was hit with the regret
And a hatred of my never-ending fears
Madiskade, you left me standing in the shade
Thinking about what coulda been
Oh, just think of the love we could've made
If I had god spring from my machine