Fancy dinner at 7:15
She had the seafood seared with lime
He was waiting to take her home
She was way past her curfew time

I drove for miles and miles
When you asked to open the door
I'd known you hate my driving
But I knew this was more

I don't mind spending half of my day
Outside the highway rest stop exit way
Wait for the girl with her stomach clutched
"Maybe," she said, "it was a bit too much"
And she will throw up
She will throw up

With blank expression she knocks on my door
And she breaks down and can barely tell

I know you tend to get so insecure
But this is different than before
It's a tale of half-truths and outright lies
It magnifies as it goes along
By the time she confronts them about it
The rumor is much too strong

I don't mind spending half of my day
Just listening to her as she rants away
About those girls who saw her getting sick
And tales which paint her as a lunatic
And she will erupt
She will erupt
And she will erupt
She will erupt

I know how you think, I see from afar
You won't let it go because of who you are
I know what I say won't sway you at all
But this is too far to take things over something small

With a bright smile you knock on my door
I know from that that it can't end well

I don't mind skipping out on my day
Even if only to from her be saved
And for the girls that belittle her style
Hand them a present with a devious smile
And it will blow up
It will blow up
And it will blow up
It will blow up

Please don't say sorry to save your life
Please don't say it just to save your life
Please don't say sorry to save your life
(And for the girls that belittle her style)
Please don't say it just to save your life
(Hand them a present with a devious smile)
Please don't say it just to save your life