I should be sitting on a couch right now
With my friends Ben & Jerry and tears running down
Old sweatpants, and no makeup, broke down over the break-up
But i'm not even sad, 'cause this one's like the last
I don't call them exes, I just call them whys
Like why do I keep falling for the same old stupid guys
L-O-S-E-R seems to be my favorite kind
I don't call them exes, no I just call them whys
Like why did I introduce you to my momma
And why did I put up with you and all of your drama
I don't know why I try, it's the same old story every time
Two words, one finger, then I move on with my life (WOOH sound; colour change or something)
Cause I don't call them exes, I just call them whys
Like why do I keep falling for the same old stupid guys
L-O-S-E-R seems to be my favorite kind
I don't call them exes, no I just call them whys
I just call them whys
No exes, no exes, not even in Texas
No exes, no exes, not even in Texas
I don't call them exes, I just call them whys
Like why do I keep falling for the same old stupid guys
L-O-S-E-R seems to be my favorite kind
I don't call them exes, no I just call them whys
No exes, no exes, not even in Texas
I just call them whys
No exes, no exes, not even in Texas
No exes, no exes, not even in Texas
I just call them whys
No exes, no exes, not even in Texas
L-O-S-E-R