I've gotten bitter, again
I'm losing blood flow at both ends
Getting used to the words, 'pretend'
'goodbye', 'amends', 'just friends'
I'm getting used to it
All this inevitable bullsh**
I've had it
Overwhelming, overbearing
Undersleeping and underappreciating
Every moment spent on your unmade bed
Every second spent lost inside your head
And i'm dead from the inside out
I'm spinning in circles, i'm dizzy with the doubt
That i'll ever see your face again
And if i do, we'll simply be friends
There's nothing more to this
Than his hands on your hips
And i bet you're locking lips
I guess that makes me selfish