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 and 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 wish her (past tense) my best friend
But I folded and I told
These aren't things I say to save me
But I folded, I told
Hope she's caught in the explosion
It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
And “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
And this is me in his room
(And this is me in his room)
(This is me in his room)
(Red, gold. I told.)
So I update this almost every single day for you
(We don't play fair.)
I begin to hate you for your face not just the things you do
(Red, gold. I told)
Go tell him why my wrist is sore
From pulling out your insides all night
(We never stand too close, yeah)
Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you