All of December
Oh the boy's a slag, the best you ever had
Oh, Flo, where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?
I did exactly what you said I should do, I played the sleuth and I found a clue. And I still can't stop thinking about you.
Said I was the best, simultaneously the worst, and best case scenario: I should be cursed.
And I apologize if from time to time this makes you think of me.
Every time you fucking breathe, that's how it feels to be me.
Life may or may not be about finding true love but it's certainly not about begging for it from someone.
You keep doing the things that you do, shifting blame, and twisting truth, and making absolutely positively sure that everybody in the room is certain that the victim just had to be you, well.
I learned a lot about being a friend while I was alone.
I've made more mistakes than you can count.
Lie to me like you used to.
Lie to me, did you have to?
And this was all a dream, and it's coming back to me.
A portrait in gray scale, a perfect betrayal.
I rest on childhood memories.
You blame it on the friends you keep.
You're a lot like me. In up to our knees.
In over your chest is way too deep.
They don't call me Mr. Greenside for no reason.
I don't care if you're not sorry I forgive you. And with or without your support I will continue.
It's getting harder and harder and harder and harder for me to call you friend.
No matter how many times I say I won't I'll defend you if I can.
Oh, I listen to the song on repeat from the other night.
We forget that our lives being apart it is hard.
We thought we were close but it still feels far.
Can we learn to get by if we learn to have scars?
If we learn to forgive and accept who we are?
Wait a minute hold up a second, don't leave me here with this feeling like I'm the one full of regret. Like I never did good for us both.
My pride is more than all that I own so I gotta give it away.
It's a cry from the past we have been through a lot.
We started alone in the end we're okay.
All the spiders catching things and eating their insides, like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason.
Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head.
Your life is always the post of something else.
Where is the present in the way that you present yourself?
It's disgusting how little that you try: The existential equivalent of pink eye.
You're expecting harmonies to tap your tune with silver spoons, the anthem of impending doom.
You could do better. You could do better.
Put a spell on me. Walk away from me. It's called irony.
What did I do? What did I do?
I'm sorry if I come off strong. And it could be that you're all wrong for me, but I just had to see, cause you are broken and I am such a wreck.
This is becoming too routine for me but I did not mean to lead you on.
I knew you were mine.
You said you were mine.
I thought you were mine.
I'm searching and scanning for answers, for some kind of sign.
The world has no right to my heart.
I never thought I'd see the day we wouldn't get along.
You think I smoke too much, I think your friends all suck.
Can't figure out the reason why our parents fight so much.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
It'll be the first time in a week that I'll talk to you, and I can't speak.
It's been three whole days since I've had sleep.
I wonder where you are tonight, I wonder if I'm on your mind.
Turn around.
Don't return to me if you think that I'm not worth your time.
You want a martyr, I'll be one, because enough's enough.
If these sheets were states.
