Boy you are a chupacabra
Cause you sucked all my blood
And you ate my pieces in a crock-pot
We're so close, but so far
Same city, different star
I made you sick
Can I beg for mercy?
I still think about the morning
When you woke
with your hair all curly
All Stars, black jeans, Nirvana shirts
For three years this is all that's
Been in my head
This never ending mess
I write my song
I cry alone
why am I living this ping-pong?
In my nightmares, in my dreams
We still could be here playing all day
Making our teams but our chances are smaller
Than my streams
Baby I'll do everything to talk to you
Boy you are a chupacabra
Cause you sucked all my blood
And you ate my pieces in a crock-pot