Bad Scene, Everyone's Fault

I went to a party last night

What sick things I saw

Makeout sessions and bicycle messengers

Punks and art school dropouts

I ran into this guy I knew

But hadn't seen in years

We went into the neon kitchen, stole a couple beers

He said his girl had dumped him

But was there with another guy

He said that he still liked her

All I could say was, all I could say was, all I could say was

"Why, why, oh, why, oh, why?

Why is it always like this?

Either you're too mean or you're too nice"

He said, "I even cooked her breakfast"

So we went into the living room

Someone was blasting Zeppelin

It sounded good, I felt ashamed, I knew every drum fill

Anyway, there she sat, totally kissing this guy

They looked good, I mean, like in love

Then I remembered my friend

He said, "How could you do this?

You said that you needed your space

He's wearing the shirt that I gave you"

Then she said, then she said, then she said

"Why, why, oh, why, oh, why?

Why are you always like this?

If I'm having fun, then it's breaking your heart

Besides, you said I could have it"

Then the cops showed up