Your friends are waiting for us,
Waiting for you to say those 3 words.
"We broke up."
They wait for it so they can finally tell you
How bad of a person I was
How horrible of a lover.
A part of me wants to prove them wrong
Do something amazing so they can finally
Like me.
But, no matter what I do
How many times I try to prove myself
They find things to pick at.
Every mistake I make
Gives them another reason to take.
Every thing I say or do
They take apart and chew.
All of the imperfections and mistakes
They can't seem to erase
No matter how hard I try
I'll always be the bad guy
