If I bend I’m breaking   I’m tired of living through the yellow pages   The ghosts are calling and they want you back   Two hundred miles is farther than it seems   It’s just enough to keep you safe from me      You might as well just hate me   (And you can stop pretending)   You're just what the boys like me are so afraid of   And I can't imagine what it's    Like stepping on all your friends   Like they're concrete (they're not concrete)   You're going to sink girl, (you're going to sink...)      The dust has settled now I see you clearly   My eyes are open and my lungs are clean   I left the tip jar out so you could be near me   I hate that face you wear; you think it’s so sincere       You might as well just hate me   (And you can stop pretending)   You're just what the boys like me are so afraid of   And I can't imagine what it's    Like stepping on all your friends   Like they're concrete (they're not concrete)   You're going to sink girl, (you're going to sink...)      Why else would I believe any or everything    Unless I had the faith that you had felt the same      You might as well just hate me   (And you can stop pretending)   You're just what the boys like me are so afraid of   And I can't imagine what it's    Like stepping on all your friends   Like they're concrete (they're not concrete)   You're going to sink girl, (you're going to sink...)