I've got other things to love now.
Fresh-picked strawberries still warm from the sun,
Vine-grown tomatoes and having fun.
So why do you think I'm still in love with you?
I've got other things to dream of now.
Red carpets and published books,
A country house and maybe a family.
So why do you still think I dream of you?
I've got other things to think of now.
It's junior year next year,
Two years till graduation for me now.
Did you know that,
You stupid red-faced sophomore?
I've got other things to worry about now.
Will that stupid spot ever depart from my nose?
Even that's more important to me than you.
And even though you had the satisfaction
Of watching me break down and cry,
I have the satisfaction of knowing that at least that was a low point in my life;
Your life will never get any higher.
And they never made monuments,
Or wrote books,
Or let kids have days off school
For pimply heartbreakers who made a little girl cry.
So you can have that beautiful blonde girl,
And forget about me,
That mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.
Because when I think of strawberries and fun,
Tomatoes and sun,
The years coming,
And the spot that I hope will be departing,
I know that all of these silly little things,
Are more to me than stupid little you.