Sitting on the stairwell
You were eating lunch
Blocking all the people
It's just your way of fun
When the class is quiet
She drops her books upon the floor
When there's people coming
She never ever holds the door
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Please look up at me
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
She never smiles
Come to her locker
The one she painted black and blue
Put inside a card I made
Tell her I love you
And a week of nothing said
She walks by
I drop my head
I wonder if she read
And then she smiled
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Please look up at me
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Give me a smile
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Please look up at me
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Give me a smile
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Please look up at me
Sweet, sweet, antisocial
Give me a smileI'm all busted up,
broken bones and nasty cuts
Accidents will happen,
but this time i cant get up.
She comes to check on me,
making sure I'm on my knees,
after all shes the one
who put me in this state.
Is she ultraviolent?
Is she disturbed?
I better tell her that I love her
Before she does it all over again,
Oh God, she's killing me.
For now I'll lie around,
Hell, that's all I can really do
She takes good care of me,
Just keep saying my love is true.
Is she ultra-violent?
Is she disturbed?
I better tell her that I love her
Before she does it all over again,
Oh God, she's killing me.
Looking out my window for
Someone that's passing by,
No one knows I'm locked in here
All I do is cry.
For now I'll lie around,
Hell, that's all I can really do
She takes good care of me,
Just keep saying my love is true.