Feelin’ Pretty Psyched (About Love), Pt. 2

The unpleasant man you’re facin

Has irrelevant information that could harm you

He’s the strong-armed harbinger of the godawful harsh truth

Look! Crooked digits and a whirlwind headspin

Fidget around, break your hand landin in the corner at a party, frigid

I call that dance unimpressive

Your response was to act like you dressed up ‘cause I said that you had to, but I didn’t

Take the easy way out or make a sleazy suggestion

Which was less than I had hoped for but about what I expected

Count on you to drop the table talk and underline the saddest parts

And undermine me, why are you so happy as that tragic hero?

Have a heart, no those weren’t the perfect words

But if they were you’d feel a dozen days of zero, nothing

Well, aren’t we bitter little people when we wanna be?

Unable to say anything unless it’s sardonically

Practicing the classic knee-jerk reactions of a coward

How are you doing? Fine, thanks

Your mind blanks every time you try it

Wish that I could get out of this thousand horse-powered neighborhood

Yeah, but things are good and I appreciate you askin

Sorry if I’m soundin like a bastard

But you’re startin shit with shadows and reflections

And there’s no attention getting strategy

That’s more effective than a good old fashioned tragedy

I’m glad to see you keeping up your studies

And that drama class was beneficial

Wish you all the luck in the whole wide world

I hope you meet someone that you thought you’d never meet

And that they’re cleverly disguised with their hands over their eyes

I don’t wanna be your bad guy

But you can use me for comparison

Makin resolutions in the new year

But there’s nothing to do here