Tough Subject

Pretty girls' party top sequins on the floor
Will you walk me home?
Or at least to the door?
It's the least you could do for somebody
Who's dedicated her life to trying to impress you

It's late, and it's cold, and you don't give a shit
Someone's waiting on the phone
And she asks who you're talking with
And I watch you lie while I grab my coat
And you tell her she's crazy, almost like I'm a joke

I guess I'd prefer to be a tough subject
Than not to be a subject at all
Hope you fight about me 'til you realize
I was the one all along
I hope I'm an argument you keep avoiding
I think that would mean I was kinda important
So I'd prefer to be a tough subject
Than not to be a subject at all

Block out the whole night for the sake of my health
Hate that I sound so desperate, I'm embarrassed of myself
And you probably think I wore that outfit for you
Somehow I looked out of place when every girl wore it too

When she walked in, she lit up the room
You were talking to me and then I was see-through
Was about to say I'm free tomorrow afternoon
But it looks like she might be coming home with you

I guess I'd prefer to be a tough subject
Than not to be a subject at all
Hope you fight about me 'til you realize
I was the one all along
I hope I'm an argument you keep avoiding
I think that would mean I was kinda important
So I'd prefer to be a tough subject
Than not to be a subject at all

When she asks about your day
Do you leave out the parts that involve me?
Hate that I hope that you do
'Cause it means you have to think of me as more than a body
Can you see in my eyes what I'm saying
Between all of the words that come out
All your friends ask me if we're together yet
I'll just keep playing dumb on your couch

I'd prefer to be a tough subject
Than not to be a subject at all