We R Not Yr Friends! - Marketable Version

Maybe I was wrong to assume
I could retreat to my room
And I wouldn't come out of there a prophet of doom

They said to put your trust in god and keep your powder dry
But all of my friends prayed to porcelain gods at night

So I was left the only one who hated to get out of my mind
'Cause I was already out of that shit half the time

'Cause I'm running out of bad ideas
I'm running out of bad ideas
I'm running out of bad ideas, baby

'Cause we are not your fucking friends
We leave and then come back again
We are not your fucking friends
But we do like to pretend

I was sacrificed on the altar of social acceptance and THC
In a development I could not foresee

Into me, I collapsed
While countless fortnights passed
But it's hard to keep the faith when you're lapsed

I accepted your Judas kiss, but I would be remiss not to tell you
That the wolves you threw me to didn't fucking miss

Yeah, they chewed me to bits, but I've learned to stitch
So I'm putting myself back together and slowly learning, again, how to live

'Cause you're running out of bad ideas
You're running out of bad ideas
You're running out of bad ideas, buddy

'Cuz we are not your fucking friends
We leave and then come back again
We are not your fucking friends
But we do like to pretend

Pretend

Best friends or just pretend
Was I a good pal or an easy distraction?
Is everyone forgetful or am I just easy to forget?
'Cause I'm losing friends right and left

Best friends or just pretend
Was I a good pal or an easy distraction?

Ooooo

This is all I ever wanted to be
This is all I ever wanted to be
Taking as gospel your bullshit homilies
This is all I ever wanted to be

This sounds uncomfortably honest, I agree
But in everything I do and everything I see
The little chubby, unpopular kid I used to be
Is buried somewhere deep inside of me
And I don't think he'll ever leave

So last week, I went for a walk in the woods
To clear my head, thought it'd do me some good
I thought it'd do me some good

And pressed lightly against an ancient pine
I finally broke down on the phone and cried
For the first time in ten years, I finally cried

I am my mother's son
I am my mother's son
And it is no fun
When you care about others
More than they care about you

They care about you (Don't)
Care about you
Don't care