You, you’re beautiful
On your pedestal
I see you
You don’t see me

I just too young
Or just too dumb
Or maybe just too [bad word] 
I’m wearing my flannel
And I’m thinking of you
I lace up my boots
And I’m thinking of you
I write letters and letters 
And they never get answered by you

I'm moosing down donuts
And I’m thinking of you
Watch Reality Bites
I’m thinking of you
That movie's so [bad word] But all I can do is say

P.S. I Love you

The law can’t stop my love
I’ll fit you like a glove
Restraining orders don’t scare me

The lawyers at the [bad word] Made me promise to say that
“The views expressed in this song do not necessarily reflect the views of Dominant Records or any of its subsidiaries.”

I’m totally a slacker
And I don’t even care
With my curling ‘zines
And my faraway stare
But deep down inside
Yeah, deep down inside
I’m dying

I’m trapped in a cage
Of the tears I cry
I’m praying to God
But SHE doesn’t reply
Even the robot says
“MOVE ON”
I’m trying!

P.S. I Love You

Why can't you see me
We could be so happy together
Capitalism
I love to watch you sleep
You look so peaceful when you sleep

(Screaming)

I’ll never move on
It will always be you
Every guy that I’m with
I’ll be thinking of you
If I get married
He’ll always be second to you
He’ll always be second to you
I’ll always be waiting for you

P.S. I Love You