 So I told him that I never really liked his friends And he's gone and he's calling me an a**hole again I said, God, I live in a garden state And he told me that we make it till we graduate So I told him that the music would be worth the wait But he wants me in the kitchen when it's in a plate I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe that we're meant to be But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me Look, I don't mean to frustrate But I always make the same mistakes, yeah