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You pop in and out like Hubba Bubba,
My heart strung out like, "Why do I love ya?"
I turn around and you're nothing again,
You stayed a minute, then you dipped, my friend.
What kinda relationship is this? You're trouble.
Always leave me with nothing, making me struggle.
You took my last two cigs and some gum, uh-huh,
I don't know why I ever loved you, son.

'Cause all you are is heartbreak and trouble,
I must really love nothing, I'm stuck in a bubble.
Blowing bubbles alone, no fire to light my way,
'Cause you stole that too, and now I gotta say:
No consideration for me from the start.
You're a thief of my peace, a thief of my heart.

You're popping in and out, boy, you're trouble,
Left me with no cigs and Hubba Bubba.
Alone again, trapped in a bubble of sadness,
Wondering where you're bouncing, it's madness.
Who are you with, sitting in their place?
You stole my lighter, left me with no grace.
Chewing on this old gum, I'm about to fold,
This tired story is getting too old.

You make me wanna spit the gum out and shout,
I'm growing tired of trying to figure this out.
You're a ghost, a whisper, a fleeting thing,
And all you do is leave the same sting.
[Outro]
Come back!
And don't forget to bring my damn lighter back.
Just come back...
And don't forget...
My lighter...
Yeah...
Just come back.