Well, this is another night I'd rather forget
And I'm talking to you like you'll care what I'll say
I should have known better, this is just getting worse
So I trust you, fault you, and push you away
And how many times will it take you to admit that I am still exactly like you?
And how many nights can I sleep by the phone, waiting on you to call me and say 'This is hopeless.'
You're so good at lying, it could be your degree
Then you could minor in messing with me
I give you a thousand reasons why
And you give me the excuse that it's not worth your time (good one)