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You tease me endlessly
And tell me I'm not funny
Or pretty or girly or fun
You ask me why I'm sensitive
And then probe sensitive subjects
You laugh at me continuously
And take low blows whenever possible
Awkward timing is your favorite thing
And you like to ruin my evenings
By showing up places you're not welcome
And you ask questions I never want to answer
You push my buttons for fun
And you do things that make me hit you
You never believe in me
Or my ability to succeed
You simply believe that I'll fuck things up
Or that I won't be able to handle it
When we were dating you were the worst boyfriend
And nothing gets through your head
You ruined my senior prom
You ruined my graduation
And you ruined my senior breakfast
So in short, you ruined the last month of high school
Which is supposed to be the best month of my life
Then you proceeded to ruin my friendship
With my best friend in the entire world
And then say that you missed me more than anything
That my memory was too much for you
And that you wanted me back,
Even if it was for only 2 weeks before you left
Which means you wanted sex
And nothing more
You don't think I didn't know that?
I went to visit you at school
Hoping to make homesickness go away
Because I'm a good person
And you took it the totally wrong way
Thinking I was there to hook up with you
Then you came back for Thanksgiving
And made out with one of my friends
While I was sitting right there
Which was a vengeful thing
Because I was there with my boyfriend
And you showed up to my boyfriend's party
A few days before Christmas
And proceeded to sit next to me the entire time
Despite all the fuckin hell you put me through
And how much you push my buttons
And how I want to kill you sometimes
Or I want to at least put a dent into your skull
You are still my friend
And something is wrong, and I know it
And I care about you
Despite your popular belief
I want to help. And I want you to be ok
Even if it does mean going out of my way to be nice
Again.
So if you tell me what's wrong
You know I'll probably be the one
Who will at least make you laugh about it
And if necessary
I will permit you to take a few low blows at me
To make you feel better
How does that sound?
And tell me I'm not funny
Or pretty or girly or fun
You ask me why I'm sensitive
And then probe sensitive subjects
You laugh at me continuously
And take low blows whenever possible
Awkward timing is your favorite thing
And you like to ruin my evenings
By showing up places you're not welcome
And you ask questions I never want to answer
You push my buttons for fun
And you do things that make me hit you
You never believe in me
Or my ability to succeed
You simply believe that I'll fuck things up
Or that I won't be able to handle it
When we were dating you were the worst boyfriend
And nothing gets through your head
You ruined my senior prom
You ruined my graduation
And you ruined my senior breakfast
So in short, you ruined the last month of high school
Which is supposed to be the best month of my life
Then you proceeded to ruin my friendship
With my best friend in the entire world
And then say that you missed me more than anything
That my memory was too much for you
And that you wanted me back,
Even if it was for only 2 weeks before you left
Which means you wanted sex
And nothing more
You don't think I didn't know that?
I went to visit you at school
Hoping to make homesickness go away
Because I'm a good person
And you took it the totally wrong way
Thinking I was there to hook up with you
Then you came back for Thanksgiving
And made out with one of my friends
While I was sitting right there
Which was a vengeful thing
Because I was there with my boyfriend
And you showed up to my boyfriend's party
A few days before Christmas
And proceeded to sit next to me the entire time
Despite all the fuckin hell you put me through
And how much you push my buttons
And how I want to kill you sometimes
Or I want to at least put a dent into your skull
You are still my friend
And something is wrong, and I know it
And I care about you
Despite your popular belief
I want to help. And I want you to be ok
Even if it does mean going out of my way to be nice
Again.
So if you tell me what's wrong
You know I'll probably be the one
Who will at least make you laugh about it
And if necessary
I will permit you to take a few low blows at me
To make you feel better
How does that sound?