I won't give you a sob story about my best friend
Or give you something I could make up and pretend
Things would be better if it was up to me
I would have been here, you'd see
If things could have changed
Would you want me here anyway
As time runs out we avoid each other
Taking different routes just to keep cover
I lied, to keep you here
I tried, to let you hear
The truth wasn't that it was up to me
That part you could have figured out
But I'm sick of pleas
I give up, without a doubt
I guess we both agree on this
It does us best
I can no longer look at you without getting pissed
And to leave my house without worries I have to wear my bullet proof vest
