Watching you sit there and caress his long hair
Is not where I want to be now
And yet I'm not moving, I'm sitting and brooding
And wishing that he'd up and die
Of course I don't mean that, but it doesn't mean the impact
Of you on my couch doesn't kill me
I'd ask you to stop it, but that'd surely lock it
And you'd never come over again
So I'll let you be
The ceiling fan's spinning just as you're beginning
To put your hands where no one can see
Everyone is aware but you two just don't care
You wanna feel good for a bit
It's painful to see what it's doing to me
And my friends ask if I am alright
You make your way upstairs and I can't help but stare
While dreaming of pushing you down
Get out of my room
This isn't fair anymore
Your body hits the floor
You're bleeding and dead
I wake up
You've made me this way
