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