[ Featuring the Aglets ]
Come on, Austinaut, you really should have seen this coming
It never matters just how many guys are in the running
Come on, Austinaut, you really should have thought this over
Stop combing through the grass for every four-leaf clover
Come on, Austinaut, don't try to overcome the distance
How long until you learn to take the path of least resistance
Come on, Austinaut, I don't care if her tits are perfect
Just let them go, you'll find some more, it isn't worth it
Come on, Austinaut, I don't care how good the sex is
Do you not find it strange that she's been sleeping at her ex's
Come on, Austinaut, are you as stupid as it seems
You keep falling for that game of misconceived extremes
Come on, Austinaut, you really ought to be ashamed
Come on, Austinaut, you've only got yourself to blame
This one's your fault
Come on, Austinaut, why would you ever trust
You let yourself once again be overcome by lust
Come on, Austinaut, I don't care if you are lonely
It'll worsen when you find out she's not your one and only
Come on, Austinaut, establish boundaries
I know you worship her but get off of your hands and knees
Come on, Austinaut, why aren't you more mature
The worst part is: you really thought you were
Come on, Austinaut, how many times has this occurred
You've got to stop taking people at their word
Come on, Austinaut, self-pity only gets you so far
Self-pity only gets you so far
Come on, Austinaut, you really ought to be ashamed
Come on, Austinaut, you've only got yourself to blame for this
This one's your fault
Come on, Austinaut, I hope you've learned your lesson
Because you've got nowhere else to make your mess in
Come on, Austinaut, seal off that heart
Don't give anyone else a place to start
Come on, Austinaut, you'll die alone but die for certain
You'll stay safe as long as you never let the hurt in
Come on, Austinaut, I mean you barely know her
There's probably nothing in this world left for you to show her
Come on, Austinaut, there's plenty more musicians
Don't be a slave to arcane brain superstitions
Come on, Austinaut, it just wasn't fated
You know as well as I do that you never would have dated
This one's your fault
