The Punch

(La-la-la-la-la) You'll never be who I wanted you to be You're a coward hiding under bed sheets (La-la-la-la-la) I'll never forgive you 'cause you're not who you pretend to be Good intentions are subjective and I judge through eyes of honey (La-la-la-la-la) Don't you feel bad, any sympathy? I know you love like that 'cause it's all you've had But don't play naïve You don't really love at all, you just like the punch 'Cause how else could you supposedly love two girls at once? Your obsessive infatuation temporarily fooled me But one day you'll be ashamed 'Cause you're not who you claim to be (La-la-la-la-la) You aren't capable of feeling anything real Your emotions are synthetic What you think you should feel Funny, now your name is sour It stings to the touch 'Cause it's stained with the pain of someone new each month I found the flowers she left on your balcony And you left them there to wither away like you did me You don't really love at all, you just like the punch How else could you supposedly love two girls at once? Your obsessive infatuation temporarily fooled me But one day you'll be ashamed 'Cause you're not who you claim to be Do you ever look back and think about the things you'd say to me? How I just wasn't cool enough You were cruel enough to keep me in a daydream I told you I was dying, sinking into the concrete But when we met, I'd never guessed you'd leave me there to bleed You don't really love at all, you just like the punch 'Cause how else could you supposedly love two girls at once? Your obsessive infatuation temporarily fooled me But one day you'll be ashamed 'Cause you're not who you claim to be Yeah, I hope you're ashamed for everything you did to me