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 And 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 "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 "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