punchline

I hide in distortions
Whispers come through contortions
Begging me to stay
Do I fit your plate?

Split my head in half, but I'll give it to you
Don't get attached
Cause the pain that I give is inherently mine
If I'm driven to stay then that's my pride

And she don't like me
She's just being polite
She just wants my ice
Why she act so nice?

I put myself out, ax is splitting ties
Let my worth be determined by her
When hearts burst, it's a burden, it hurts, so

Pretty little tied-up lie
On another Sunday night
Think I'll never forgive us
Shame on both our lives

Try to romance a whore
And I thought that what I did would make her love me of course, I
What did I expect?
(It's just my luck to make that kind of friend)
Is it funny?
Is it ironic too
That the easy way through would have just been with you?
If love's a joke then I'm the punchline
Have a fun time, have a fun time
What am I? Just a fling?
I don't care, any worse and I'd still think of a ring cause
At this point, if I had to think
About meeting her again, I'd probably do differently