I can't wrap my head around it
Why you keep on bringing up old sh**
Taking its toll on my health
I don't feel like I can really be myself when I'm around you
Lest I want to face the side of you that I hate
Which in and of itself should really indicate
There is to some degree a certain sense of uncertainty
That you don't f**ing hate me
Why do I kid myself?
Why do I keep on pretending
There's something worth even holding on to?
Worth holding on to?
"Hey man, how have you been?
What's up?
Haven't seen you in months," he says
And lights up a smoke
As I wonder how I'll be made into the bu*t end of a joke
'Cause that's all I am these days
Begging for crumbs at the edge of the cook kids table
Am I unstable?
Is there something that I'm not getting?
Am I letting go of a good friend?
Or was I merely pretending the whole time?
Why do I kid myself?
Why do I keep on pretending
There's something worth even holding on to?
Worth holding on to?
Why do I kid myself?
Why do I keep on pretending
There's something worth even holding on to?
Worth holding on to?
I'll be just fine
We'll still cross paths from time to time