Checkered Vans

Chew me up then spit me out

Then leave me lyin' on the ground

A low-blow even for you

Paranoid, you're in my head

You're in my blood and when I'm dead

You'll probably dig my grave up too

My stupid heart was in your hands

You used me like your cigarettes

Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans

Damn, what the hell happened?

I'd say I should've known, I should've known better

That you're a backstabber

But how could I have known?

Behind your grey coat your words were made of daggers

And cherry lip smacker, lip smacker (mwah)

I'm just gonna hold my breath

'Cause all you do is make me sick

You even ruined air for me

You ruined parking lots and movie snacks

And photo booths, imagine that

I guess no more souvenirs from parties

My stupid heart was in your hands

You used me like your cigarettes

Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans

Damn, what the hell happened?

I'd say I should've known, I should've known better

That you're a backstabber

But how could I have known?

Behind your grey coat your words were made of daggers

And cherry lip smacker, lip smacker (mwah)

I swear you exist just to spite me

I'm your cigarette, so gaslight me

In your checkered Vans straight out the 90s

Really put me out, really put me out, put me

I swear you exist just to spite me

I'm your cigarette, so gaslight me

In your checkered Vans straight out the 90s

Really put me out, really put me out, put me

My stupid heart was in your hands

You used me like your cigarettes

Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans

Damn, what the hell happened?

I'd say I should've known, I should've known better

That you're a backstabber

But how could I have known?

Behind your grey coat your words were made of daggers

And cherry lip smacker