Ford

She says she thinks we're funny
We're driving over the hill
Another Monday morning
We're cutting out at two
How come it's always like this
Oh what I've done to you
We won't say what we want to, fuck you
You say you would have asked me
I say why didn't you
Our timing is like disaster
And so I'm losing you
Just say it just tell me
I want to believe you I'm waiting
She says she thinks we're funny
She knows it's all untrue