The Underdog I: Blue Pop

At the bottom of 69th street
We can meet to talk about this break up
Make up
Break up
Make up bullshit
Whenever I want to say something
It's always "You're wrong
You're wrong
You're wrong"
I can't take it

Short story long, I can't lose you
But you make me feel like an enemy
So I'll keep you close like one
Until it's time to face the truth

I'm buried in the weight of your way out
And you won't even listen at all
I thought you were my best friend
Confronted by the truths that you've laid out
Bury me with all of my faults
You're supposed to be my best friend

We could never keep it together
My better half couldn't do the math
When things didn't start adding up
Manipulation, plus ideation of my self-hatred
Minus my confiding characteristics
Take it all from me, I know you want to

And it's just like you
To criticize every little single thing that I do
Don't fucking touch me, or tell me to chill
Or that I'm overreacting
And it's so like you to pull this shit
Where you push all of my buttons, then pull me in
Then you push me to the edge and then pull the card of empathy
Before another round of friendly fire
But I've got a short, short fuse

I'm buried in the weight of your way out
And you won't even listen at all
I thought you were my best friend
Confronted by the truths that you've laid out
Bury me with all of my faults
You're not my best friend, you're not my best friend

I guess it's true what they say
The ones you love will hurt you the most
So I propose a toast
I guess it's true what they say
The ones you love will hurt you the most
So I propose a toast, to never let anyone in

Man, it's over
We used to get two Cosmic Brownies with a Day's soda
And tell each other our darkest secrets
But now it's over cause I know you didn't mean it
And I still wanna call you to see what you're about
But time heals everything
And time ran out