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 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 wished 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    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    It's time for you to choose    the bullet or the chapstick    This is me in his room    This is me in his room    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 do    Go tell him how my wrist is sore    from pulling at your insides all night    Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you