It seems that I’m the plan B kind of girl.

The one you go to when you’re out of options.

The friend you see only if your other ditches you for their lover.

The one you’ll kiss on a dare, and never speak to again.

I’m the plan B kind of girl.

Because I’m too desperate for love to see that I’m being used.

It’s always, she dumped me, so now you’ll do.

Or she flaked out on me- so she’ll have to do until I get a call back.

Yeah, well I’m not the plan B girl any more.

Fuck the phone calls, the MSN, the nex.

Find your own way home.

Find your own best friend.

Because you’re not my friend any more.

I am not your plan B.

And on your way out

Don’t hit your ass on the fucking door.