It's funny how your
Worst enemies always seem to
Turn out to be all of your
Best friend's best friends
But I folded I told
These aren't things
I've saved to sink you
But I folded I told
So draw or throw and I will explode
It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
Or "You are far too cute"
Or whatever he said
Every time I hear it
I am wishing I was great
I wished her (past tense) my best friend
But then I folded and I told
These aren't the things I say to save me
But I folded I told
I hope she's caught in the explosion
It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
Or "You are far too cute"
Or whatever he said
It's time for you to choose....
It's time for you to choose...
The bullet or the chapstick
This is me in his room
This is me in his room!
This is me in his room!!!
Red, Gold, I told
We don't play fair
Red, Gold, I told
We never stand too close
So I update this almost every single day for you
I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you go
So go tell him why my wrist is sore
From pulling out your insides all night
Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you
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