I wonder who she is he sings about in pop-punk songs
And I wonder where they were and what it was that went so wrong
I wonder if he thinks about how whiny these words sound
But I'm betting I'm just bummed about the way that we worked out
Cuz it aint you babe, it's me, cuz it's you
And it aint me, babe, no no, it's me, cuz it's you
When class let out I used to meet you down on Hillside Street
We made promises at night we didn't know we couldn't keep
We were young and dumb and fun, we coulda had a better run
But after close consideration to this conclusion I have come
That it aint you babe, it's me, cuz it's you
And it aint me, babe, no no, it's me, cuz it's you
Now I harbor no hard feelings 'bout the way we ended-up
And I still think about you now and then but I no longer get stuck
And you're sung about to strangers in mostly empty rooms
And if they're listening they're thinking of their own versions of you
Cuz it aint you babe, it's me, cuz it's you
And it aint me, babe, no no, it's me, cuz it's you
And this result, babe
Is both our faults, babe
It aint fair, babe
It aint that we don't care, babe
It aint no crime, babe
Just aint our time, babe
We won't be friends, babe
This is the end, babe
Cuz it aint you babe, it's me, cuz it's you
And it aint me, babe, no no, it's me, cuz it's you
But it's mostly you