PARTY LIKE THE PAST TWELVE MONTHS WEREN’T EMOTIONALLY CRIPPLING
After all this all I want at this point
Is to stand on a bridge with my back to the highway
and a gun in my mouth,
doped up on pills that I can’t remember the names of
You call the others “cowards” when you did what they did to me
That deemed them of that name
And you still think you’re going to be my best friend, always?
After all of what you said?
You’re a fucking joke
Had you said what you said sooner, maybe I wouldn’t be so irrational
Maybe I wouldn’t be so hurt
But it’s time I realized that I’m not fit for friendship
I’m sorry it’s all I know
And I can’t learn unless you say so
And you say I’m so fucking amazing, but am I really?
I’m as much of a joke as you are