You Get the Axe, Bud

You didn't call the hospital You make excuses, you make excuses You never reach out to me you make excuses, you make excuses I noticed the way you pulled away ever so subtly But on the contrary, so did I, so who's to blame I know that I'm no angel in disguise But you won't look me in the eyes Maybe I've got newer friends that Don't make me feel like I'm living in the past Maybe I've got newer friends that Don't make me carry The weight of my old past You didn't care about the fall Or the winter, or the summer I know you never cared at all I tell myself just to feel better I practice the game Of feigning care, of putting in effort You mirror the same To drive away, to fool this jester I'm on a coaster running out The track's unwieldy, splitting out Maybe I've got newer friends that Don't make me feel like I'm living in the past Maybe I've got newer friends that Don't make me carry The weight of my old past Maybe I've got newer friends that Don't make me feel like I'm living in the past Maybe I've got newer friends that Don't make me carry The weight of my old past