It's so easy to breeze by the weakness in your eyes

It comes so naturally to be this condescending

Maybe I should lighten up because it seems she's had enough

But when I put this pen to paper it's so easy to hate her

Worst case scenario, when they play this on your stereo, you'll recognize my voice and it will take you back

I hope you know my wrist is sore, and I hope I left you wanting more, because we all know you've got something left to prove

What do you expect when you wear that guilt around your neck

Don't forget I wrote the book on confrontation

I'll pick apart your every move with the smiles I throw at you but if you hesitate you'll complicate this situation

Best case scenario, when they play this on your stereo, you'll forget that I ever had your back

And I hope you know my wrist is sore from writing all these songs

I know they'll never ever reach you in your room

But don't say that you miss those times and the countless lines you fell for

I'll spell it out in black and white to show you that it wasn't right

I need you like I need a dagger in my spine

So tell me what you want to do, because it seems that what I'm saying won't get through