All Good Things Must Come to an End

What's the name of the song i wrote for you on the first date you ever missed?

What's the name of the game i played with you on the first day we ever kissed?

And what's the name of the girl who won the poetry slam?

You told me her's wasn't comparable to mine

What's the stupid shit you've been told to convince you that you hate me every time you cry?

I was told that all good things must come to an end, so i was hoping that we were the worst

But I guess every mirror you break multiplies, seeing times ten of your little curse

What's the band who you told me you knew just to curse out the drummer guy?

You'll never know it was the very first show i had gone to till you read a page of my

Diary pages ripped out balled up like every girl who's made me cry