It's alright, David, I'm $#&@ed up again
I'm tired of waiting
Of being your friend

You're stuck on the first page and I'm close to the end
So just shut your mouth and pretend


You scream through your cellphone and you watch your TV
Sometimes you look like a fool
Sometimes you look right past me

And I'm the one singing you songs in the end
So !@#$, I guess we'll be friends


And oh, all the days pile up like used paper plates
And you know but you still go


Pictures and movies and books and cartoons
When I'm lookin' at them sometimes I'm thinkin' bout you
And writing down things that I think you should do

You know, I might get sick of me too

And oh, all the days pile up like used razor blades

And you know but you still go

So David I'm here and my fingers are sore

From writin' down words that I know you'll ignore
When each one comes out it feels more like before
So David I've evened the score

David I've evened the score