Ingrid Michaelson
- Hell No
I should've known better. I saw her wearing your sweater. Nice glasses, fake red hair. Just like me. Stop crying, stop crawling. Don't you see that I have stopped falling? We were good at faking forever. I get it, whatever. "Are you gonna miss him?" "Hell no!" Baby, watch me up and go. Mama said that the boys like you never work out anyway. Girlfriends say "Are you gonna be sad? If he calls you up, you gonna take him back?" I say "Hell no! Oh, hell no!"
St. Vincent
- Prince Johnny
But, honey, don't mistake my affection for another spit-and-penny style redemption. 'Cause we're all sons of someone's. We're all sons of someone's. I wanna mean more than I mean to you. I wanna mean more than I meant to him.
