Bragging Rights

Your best friend took me back to his place
Told me not to tell a soul
And then he put his lips upon my face
Said you'd cry if you found out
All the more to fuel my big old mouth

I envisioned you strapped to his wall
Helplessly fastened in a front row seat
Until the curtain call
World premier, you're looking pissed
Studying the way we kissed

Well I surrender all my sanity
To get the scoreboard looking
As if I'm the one to beat
And to hit the buzzer loud enough
To cover up my cries
In a simple song
For sure
So you can get it right
And I can use my good old bragging rights

We're writing songs at each other nowadays
Waging war through mean old melodies
Firing lyrics about the way
Your hair's falling out
And my skins breaking down

A pair of beautiful bullies we are
Tugging on our insecurities
By their throats to tear apart
Any moving on you've done
To get you mad you're still in love

Well I surrender all my sanity
To get the scoreboard looking
As if I'm the one to beat
And I'd kiss every last friend of yours
Just to get you crying
In a simple song
For sure
So you can get it right
And I can use my good old bragging rights

And when you get all mean and mad
And take the time to learn
My simple song
I hope you can get it right

I apologize to be the bearer of bad news
But I know that you're listening
And you know that I listen to you
And while I have you here before you go
I just need you to know

I'm not proud of you
I'm not proud of you
I've tried but I'm not proud of you
Well how could I be proud of you