Giving me the silent treatment
As we played musical chairs
You showed me just what defeat meant
Filling in those dots and squares
Shining like I'd just been lacquered
Oiling myself down to dive
Showing me the judge's placard
Giving me a 5.5
I don't need a drinking game to know I'm being played with
And I don't like the bitters that you've spiked my lemonade with
Sitting on my lap at a party
Naming things that we've never done
You can hardly come up with any
I can only concentrate on one
Helping you back up the stairwell
Wiping off your foamy mouth
Bidding you the fondest farewell
Holding out for one last hug
Wondering who can stand the longest
At your dormitory door
Wait until you speak the strongest
Word I've got a weakness for
But I don't need a drinking game to know I'm being played with
And I don't like the bitters that you've spiked my lemonade with
I don't need a drinking game to know I'm being toyed with
And I won't be the chaser your revenge is best enjoyed with
Best enjoyed with
Best enjoyed with
Best enjoyed with