Text: You Vandal. Summer. Gainesville City Limits.

I saw your roommate buying groceries
She pretended not to notice me
Because wouldn't that be awkward
God forbid that we should have to talk or worse
I'm trying to ignore her
Trying not to be a dick
In the middle of the checkout aisle
Screaming "If U C Jordan"
You can tell her she makes me sick

Tito's telling me I need to get you out of my system
And I'm starting to think that I should listen
Every single day in this city reminds me of you without fail
And I'm starting to think that I should bail

When I reflect on this mess
I could have missed out on all this stress
Could I possibly have less to show for it
I could have got my rocks off and walked away
But I stayed and stuck it through
And you have hope that I'll run out of sad things to say
But not as much as I do

Tito's telling me I need to get you out of my system
And I'm starting to think that I should listen
Every single day in this city reminds me of you without fail
And I'm starting to think that I should bail

You can tell her she makes me sick