Don't Tell Me It's Over (Blink-182)

I hear the phone it rings so violently Can't leave my room, can't breathe since she left me I will admit i hate those things i said Girls will always cry, guys will never admit they did Hold on, hold on, hold on Don't tell me that it's over, I'm not used to this temptation And when you come back running, There is no use for explanation I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest What's with the jokes, all the routines they play Screw with my head, never cave til they get their way Guys like to run, chicks like to yell you see Guys hate to fight, girls think its therapy Hold on, hold on, hold on Don't tell me that it's over, I'm not used to this temptation And when you come back running, There is no use for explanation I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest Hold on, hold on, hold on Don't tell me that it's over, I'm not used to this temptation And when you come back running, There is no use for explanation I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest Don't tell me that it's over, I'm not used to this temptation And when you come back running, There is no use for explanation I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest Don't tell me that it's over, I'm not used to this temptation