"was someone being a butthead to you..?" (dots)
"it's 100 degrees out, and you've got a sweater on..."
Yeah, that doesn't remind me of you, not that I need reminding...not that I'm up so late on a school night, silly me, thinking about you...no, not at all...honest...
speaking of reminders, I do believe you forgot to remind me what you promised to...not that I needed that either.
and damn Jessica's mother, I can't see you after school for two days...
and along with that damn my weakness when it comes to you, and those faces and fears and classic expressions...damn, there I go.
damn.