Faultlines

Your neat suit really compliments your messy hair A dirty blonde, with a vendetta for the curls you wear And your date's probably making out with her new boyfriend somewhere You couldn't care And you're singing a rap song that I've never heard While I stick with my friends in the outskirts Half of them are into you and the others have bad taste They don't have a clue about my ready blade But I don't think I'm infatuated I just think that I'm bored That's what my head said But my heart's not quite in accord I'm building on a faultline And praying it stays fortified Why does everybody have to think that you're a gold mine And now it's 1 am and I'm talking with my friends They bring you up One of them won't shut up about how you're so hot I mean I agree But I won't say anything Cause I don't think I'm infatuated I just think that I'm bored That's what my head said My heart's not quite in accord I'm building on a faultline And praying it stays fortified Why does everybody have to think that you're a gold mine I like the way you act like you're stoned When you're just having fun And I like the way you don't hold back on what you say Hell, I like the way you say my name And I hate that dancing around falling is like gunplay, gunplay, gunplay Cause I don't think I'm infatuated I know I'm bored Or maybe I'm just trying to avoid thoughts I could abhor Building on a faultline Knowing it won't stay fortified Maybe I just hate that no one's mine.