sometimes i think i should give up on my friends
all they do is weigh me down
and it's my walls that i treasure, it's my walls i will keep
they keep the wind from being so mean to me
sometimes i think i should give up on my songs
they keep me believing that i'm something that i'm not
but it's the figurative heart, and selected parts of my brain
that keep me believing this until i rot
that it's them it's not me
they have no backbone
but it's a problem, it's my problem
and i'll deal with it alone
and i'm a sucker for the sorest eyes
cause they keep me from
and i hate surprise
i like to keep the air thick, cause i'm a selfish little girl
it keeps me from going out and doing more in the world
like forgiving or forgetting or returning those calls
excepting formal connections, or giving in at all
i like to make it difficult, it's the only thing that saves me in the long run
and if i never speak to you again, if i stop looking at your face
it's because i loved you
and it's you, yeah it's you
and you hurt me
but it's ok, it's your life
you're gonna live it as you please
and it's a truth of the w*orld
but i get lonely
and when i do i take it very personally
i should stop expecting gift cards to be ponys
leaving trails of bread crumbs to lead people to care about me
and it's me it's no them
i think i'm different
but the storys are all the same it's just the lyrics
well i learn to love you and then i learn to let you go
funny that you never learn to come back
you get sad and you cry, say you're always gonna be alone
you sound so stupid
and i've got blood and you've got blood and it's as thick as they say
but you don't, so why should i be the one to stay
and there's an ethic in telling somebody that you hate them
and there's a reason that i
grind my teeth, hold my grudges, never let you see me cry
and it's you, and after years you learned to hurt me
you took my offerings, gave me dirt and said they didn't mean a thing
and i'll take it as my cue to turn my back, learn to hate you and hopefully
try to finally put this to sleep