Some Kind Of Wonderful Page #7

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If it's too much to ask you to bring her|to a party, hey, I'm sorry I asked.

Put yourself in my position.|This doesn't sound too good.

Put yourself in my position.

I invite a former girlfriend and the|guy who stole her from me to a party.

You think this makes me look good?|I've taken a lot of sh*t over this.

That's why I'm a little cautious|about your motives.

I'll buy that.

Come on. It's a party.|It's not the end of the world.

Are you being straight with me?

Do you see any reason at this point|why I should play games?

Well, I'll...

- I'll talk to Amanda about it, but...|- I've already talked to her.

- She's fine with it.|- You talked to her?

Really?

Well, we'll drop by, then.

Good.

You know, it wouldn't be|the weirdest thing in the world...

if you and I actually|turned out to be friends.

Yes, it would.

See you.

- Got a coat and tie?|- No.

See you Saturday.

You took the words|right from my lips

Without askin'

I played this scene before

And I won't be the one|left cryin'

And if you think|that love's for sale

Well, I'm not buyin'

Once you've crawled on the floor|you can't find it no more

'Cause I'm all out of love|I can't take no more

Still awake at night|and I call your name

Dreamin'of you

Awake at night|Always the same

I call your name|but you slip right through

Since when do your parents|let you go clubbing on school nights?

I'm waiting for Amanda.

Here? She's coming here?|On a school night?

Did I miss something?|Is there a new world order?

Look, if you're gonna bug me and make|me feel bad, can you do it later, please?

She said she'd meet you here?

Not in those words.

In any words?

Maybe she didn't have ID.

Who doesn't have ID?

Maybe she doesn't like you|as much as you think.

Maybe.

Do you miss me, Keith?|Do you miss not being around me?

This isn't the third grade|anymore.

She doesn't love you.

It's a joke.|It's all a joke.

How do you know?

I'd bet my hands on it.

You don't wanna make that bet.

Yeah, I do.

I've been thinking a lot lately|about you and me...

and I came to a conclusion|that I didn't want to deal with.

But now that we've talked|I can't hide it anymore.

We'd get along much better if we didn't|spend so much time together anymore.

Why?

Because I'm driving you crazy|and you're driving me crazy.

And I'd rather not see you and|have you think good things about me...

than have you see me|and hate me.

'Cause I can't afford|to have you hate me, Keith.

The only things I care about in this|goddamn life are me and my drums...

and you.

Adios.

Wait. Watts.

It's ten after.|Mrs. Albright's gonna kill me.

Get lost, Hardy.

You still mad at me?

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