7 straight months down the filthy drain
My useless time spent on your silly games
She's says I'm better off and guess what I think I'm better off
I say I miss you I hate you I love you you'll love me some day
She says it ain't worth it and guess what I think you ain't worth it
And you just sit back and say okay I'm not okay
You don't get it
Okay neither do I
It took weeks to get to the point where I'll talk to you again
Then in 2 days you won't talk to me, even as a friend
And I know that there'll eventually be a text you'll send
Where you say you miss me as a friend when I just want to end it again
I'm digging myself out of this hole
While you let him into yours (get it?)
7 months and you still ain't ready?
Then 3 weeks after me and your infatuated?
The sense you make you make on the spot
Time is ticking on your bullshit clock
At this point it doesn't even come as a shock
You don't get it, and neither do I
It took weeks to get to the point where I'll talk to you again
Then in 2 days you won't talk to me, even as a friend
And I know that there'll eventually be a text you'll send
Where you say you miss me as a friend when I just want to end it again
You're uncomfortable with the way I am when I'm confused?
So I hope that he can fill my too small shoes
Choking my feet like your hands on my throat
...you always had a way of taking my breath away
It took weeks to get to the point where I'll talk to you again
Then in 2 days you won't talk to me, even as a friend
And I know that there'll eventually be a text you'll send
Where you say you miss me as a friend when I just want to end it
