It's funny how your
worst enemies always seem to
turn out to be all of your

best friend's best friends
But I folded I told
These aren't things

I've saved to sing you
but I folded I told
So draw or throw and I will explode


It's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick

Or you are far too cute
or whatever he said


Every time I hear it
I am wishing I was great
I wished her

past tense my best friend
But then I folded and I told
These aren't things I say to save me

But I folded I told
I hope she's caught in the explosion


It's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick
Or you are far too cute

or whatever he said

It's time for you to choose

the bullet or the chapstick
This is me in his room


Red
Gold
I told

We don't play fair
Red
Gold

I told
We never stand too close


So I update this almost every single day for you
I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you
go


So go tell him why my wrist is sore
from pulling out your insides all night

Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you