It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to

turn out to be all of your

best friend's best friends

But I folded and I told

These aren't things I saved to sing you

but I folded, I told

So draw or throw and I will explode



It's time for you to choose

the bullet or the chapstick

And you are far too cute or whatever he said



Every time I hear it I am wishing I was great

I wish her... past tense my best friend

But I folded and I told

These aren't things I say to save me

But I folded, I told

I hope she's caught in the explosion



It's time for you to choose

the bullet or the chapstick

And you are far too cute or whatever he said



It's time for you to choose

It's time for you to choose

the bullet or the chapstick

This is me in his room

This is me in his room

This is me in his room



Red, gold, I told

We don't play fair

Red, gold, I told

We never stand too close



So I update this almost every single day for you

I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you do

Go tell him how my wrist is sore

from pulling at your insides all night

Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you