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» songs i can't listen to anymore

you broke me first
maybe you thought of me as a toy
and toys are easily breakable
should've known better than to let myself been
put into clumsy human hands
and i don't care how bad it hurts
when i can't form words, i don't care

best friend
aren't we? weren't we?
if i'd've told you earlier
would we be each other's favorite person,
never sleeping, our last thoughts just being each other
you're gonna want to be my best friend, the one forever there
i'll take that as a compliment

hate myself
i do. when your attention is turned towards me
when you yell at me
or when you put on that voice
like i'm nothing but a coworker you hate
when you go quiet i hate that i deserve better
but it's always my fault, isn't it?

guilty
and your words are all over me,
covering my mouth, silencing my voice
and oh, i hate you, i hate your guts,
but i can't do anything about it anymore
we're too far in for it to stop
and i'll meet you same time same place tomorrow

count on me
we promised we'd be there
fifth grade, forever on
maybe we're still some semblance of friends
but i didn't think we'd break apart
still. count on me (one two three)
and i'll be here

(10.21)