whatever poison's in this bottle 
will leave me broken sore and stiff 
but its the genie at the bottom who im sucking at 
he owes me one last wish 
so here's a present to let you know i still exist 
i hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips 
but i've got a plan 
i'll drink for 40 days and 40 nights 
a sip for every second hand tick 
and everytime you've fed the line you mean so much to me im without you 

tell all the english boys you meet 
about the american boy back in the states 
the american boy you used to date 
who would do anything you say 

and even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find someway to dissappoint me 
by not burning in the wreckage 
or drowning at the bottom of the sea 
jess i still taste you thus reserve my right to hate you 
and this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style 
its 8:45 
the weather's getting better by the hour 
i hope it rains there all the time 
and if you've ever said you miss me 
and don't say you've never lied 
i'm without you 

tell all the english boys you meet 
about the american boy back in the states 
the american boy you used to date 
who would do anything you say 

you're never gonna get it right 
you're never gonna get it 

no more songs about you 
after this one i am done 
you are gone