[Verse 1] She steals my seat in the back row again I’m not even mad, I just move in Palm-muted riff while she flips through my notes She smirks like she already knows how this goes [Verse 2] Boy who always has a comeback ready Girl who never lets him win it clean Bass locked under the back-and-forth Both of us pretending it’s no big thing [Chorus] We’re not friends, we’re not anything Whoa-oh, but we keep doing this Power chords loud so we don’t have to name it Everyone else already did Whoa-oh [Verse 3] Hallway pass, she bumps my shoulder on purpose I catch her eye and neither of us looks away fast Handclaps on the off-beat, still playing dumb Snare fill hits and we both almost laugh [Guitar Solo] (quick, bright, a little show-off) [Final Chorus] We’re not friends, we’re not anything Whoa-oh, but we keep doing this Shout it back if you’ve been here too Standing too close and calling it nothing Whoa-oh, one more time We’re not friends… [Outro] (gang shouts) Not yet.
