Wondering, wandering wicked crooked roads
When will the horn bellow for its toll
Bite back a smile, don't let yourself fall
'cus next thing you know they'll poke at your gums
Does it feel good to be bitter together?
While you claim that you don't need my attention
Yet you claw your way back into my life
Like your name in a book or the poems that you write
I don't know what I'd do in a world without you
Yet I choose to live in one where I'm not around you
Sometimes I want to fight, to let you out of my life
Push you away out of petty spite
Sometimes I worry that our first kiss will be our last, that we'll come to our senses
That the mess I made will lead us into the fray
Our hang ups, should have been hung at the door
And maybe in the end
We're all the heroes, we're all the victims, and we're all the friends who backstab the others