Blink 182
Don't tell me it's over
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 always cry, guys will never admit they did
Hold on 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's no use for explanation
I think things are too hard for
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls get them in trouble
Because they are rarely honest
What's with the jokes, all the routines they play
Screw with my head, now I cave in till they their way
Guys like to run, chicks like to yell, you see
Guys hate to fight, girls think it's therapy
Hold on 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's no use for explanation
I think things are too hard for
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls get them in trouble
Because they are rarely honest
Hold on 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's no use for explanation
I think things are too hard for
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls get them in trouble
Because they are rarely honest
Don't tell me that it's over(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
I'm not used to this temptation(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
and when you come back running(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
there's no use for explanation(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
I think things are too hard for(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
even with my expert knowledge(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
most girls get them in trouble(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Because they are rarely honest
Don't tell me that it's over
I'm not used to this temptation
Can't leave my room, can't breathe since she left me
I will admit, I hate those things I said
Girls always cry, guys will never admit they did
Hold on 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's no use for explanation
I think things are too hard for
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls get them in trouble
Because they are rarely honest
What's with the jokes, all the routines they play
Screw with my head, now I cave in till they their way
Guys like to run, chicks like to yell, you see
Guys hate to fight, girls think it's therapy
Hold on 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's no use for explanation
I think things are too hard for
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls get them in trouble
Because they are rarely honest
Hold on 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's no use for explanation
I think things are too hard for
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls get them in trouble
Because they are rarely honest
Don't tell me that it's over(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
I'm not used to this temptation(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
and when you come back running(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
there's no use for explanation(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
I think things are too hard for(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
even with my expert knowledge(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
most girls get them in trouble(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Because they are rarely honest
Don't tell me that it's over
I'm not used to this temptation