Guys With Record Collections - Kevin Devine

You always wanna be told you’re right

Maybe i got sick of lying all the time

You always say you’re taken for granted

I’m just re-reprimanded

Ruined by your father’s love

'cause it’s not enough

Well i’m tired of being bitter

Playing babysitter when you need a place to cry

So i’m starting up a boys club just like junior high

For guys with record collections

And the girls they hurt to get them

And i’ll go there to forget all about you

And i’ll go there to forget all about you

And i’ll never take it back

Ahhhh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhhh

Ahhhh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhhh

And i’ll go there to forget all about you

And i’ll go there to forget all about you

And i’ll never take it back

No, i’ll never take it back

No, i’ll never take it back

No, i’ll never take it back