Part of the Problem

I can't watch you fuck up for the hundredth time this year
I'll stop writing you poems that you don't want to hear
And it's fine if we take our time

To go over what we want because I don't think it's the same
You think that you're in love with me but know I'm just a name
To call when your drunk, or just bored at home

So have a couple drinks and you can yell at me
Bout nothing in particular, you just want to scream
Because nothing's felt quite right since you were seventeen
And I'm just part of the problem, or at least that's how it seems

Because I'm talking way too much, or I'm not talking enough
And I'm laughing over nothing, and my jokes they just all suck
And I know we're not exclusive but I don't know what that means
When you're mad at all my friends cause you think that they're in love with me



Credits
Writer(s): Maggie Sailor
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