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One, two, three I don't wanna know the details Don't wanna know where she's from Or the New Year's that you met her Just wanna know where you've gone I don't wanna have to meet her Pretend we get along Yeah, I know that's selfish and sudden and wrong But I don't wanna talk about it 'Cause if I talk about it Then you'll see I don't I don't Know what to do about it What to do about this feeling that I don't want But I'll keep it all to myself If you spare me the details I don't care about the mixtape What kind of cigarettes she smokes Don't wanna hear about the one time You made up in that park we'd always go So I'll ignore her and she'll be really nice to me Yeah, I know I'm being bitter and jealous and mean But I don't wanna talk about it 'Cause if I talk about it Then you'll see I don't, no I don't Know what to do about it What to do about this feeling that I don't want But I'll keep it all to myself If you spare me the details So you'll pull me over on a Friday night Both a little drunk and you're asking why I've been so off since late December Say I don't know, no I don't remember Look, I don't think I want you to myself But I know I don't want you with anybody else Don't think you want to hear that either So let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it 'Cause then we won't, no we won't Have to do something about it or just dance around it Until we know So I'll keep it all to myself If you'll keep it all to yourself And just spare me the details Details, details, details, details, details, details, details Details, details, details, details, details