I never slam the door these days
then again, i'm never here.
And you know where to find me
with my oldest friend I hold so dear.
Who named the days?
Who named this mess?
I don't care what she says
I need to get out less.
Me and him go back a long way
and his advice has always been sh**e.
But he knows how to make me laugh,
I've never bothered if he's right.
Who named the days?
Who named this mess?
I don't care what she says,
I need to get out less.
But sometimes when I'm with him
I just stop being me.
And he knows, on my own, I could never be
the man he's always wanted me to be.
He makes me treat girls like sh**.
He makes me lie to them and use them.
I think he loves to watch me playing games
and he loves to watch me lose them.