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 sing 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 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 the bullet or the chapstick 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