Real Friends, Pt. II
When did I stop caring
About making myself happy
What if I did
Would it matter either way
It's kinda funny how I can always think of something sad to say
If you would just take a day to
Walk around inside my shoes
You'd learn that you would hate me too
But unlike you I have to live with myself every single day
I wish that I never met you
Underneath that tree
Or seen that perfect fucking world behind her eyes
Or sat in her bed while she whispered
Mac Demarco lyrics in my ear all night
In that taco bell
I had a mental fucking breakdown
After hearing Perfect play on the radio
I don't know what's wrong with me
I can never fucking be alone
(I can never fucking be alone)
(I can never fucking be alone)
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't have to cry
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't say goodbye
How is it that every time I finally feel happy
The dust gets kicked up right into my face
And all the baggage buried in the past
Comes back to leave me in disgrace
I hope these people hear these songs and
Realize they're about them
Or at least think about me once in awhile
It's kind of incredible how good I've gotten at painting on a smile
(I always fucking paint on a smile)
(I always fucking paint on a smile)
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't have to cry
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't say goodbye
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't have to cry
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't say goodbye
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't have to cry
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't say goodbye
(I am just a little stressed
A little bored and lonely
But hey
I'm feeling something
And I am just a little jealous
Of every single one of you tonight
But I'm feeling something)
About making myself happy
What if I did
Would it matter either way
It's kinda funny how I can always think of something sad to say
If you would just take a day to
Walk around inside my shoes
You'd learn that you would hate me too
But unlike you I have to live with myself every single day
I wish that I never met you
Underneath that tree
Or seen that perfect fucking world behind her eyes
Or sat in her bed while she whispered
Mac Demarco lyrics in my ear all night
In that taco bell
I had a mental fucking breakdown
After hearing Perfect play on the radio
I don't know what's wrong with me
I can never fucking be alone
(I can never fucking be alone)
(I can never fucking be alone)
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't have to cry
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't say goodbye
How is it that every time I finally feel happy
The dust gets kicked up right into my face
And all the baggage buried in the past
Comes back to leave me in disgrace
I hope these people hear these songs and
Realize they're about them
Or at least think about me once in awhile
It's kind of incredible how good I've gotten at painting on a smile
(I always fucking paint on a smile)
(I always fucking paint on a smile)
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't have to cry
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't say goodbye
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't have to cry
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't say goodbye
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't have to cry
I thought this would be the night
Where I wouldn't say goodbye
(I am just a little stressed
A little bored and lonely
But hey
I'm feeling something
And I am just a little jealous
Of every single one of you tonight
But I'm feeling something)
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Writer(s): Stephen Pilat
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