Now you wanna be my best friend again
Call me after two years and then
Cry about your bad luck with men
And ask me how the fuck have I been
You know I want to tell you you're dumb
I wish that I could hate that you called
You said you'd hope you see me this Fall
But I don't wanna see you at all
Oh yeah, no-one knows that feeling
Oh you wish that you chose me
And now you're trying to make you go back
To whispers in the middle of class
You told me I was made for your love
But every time I need you, you pass
You know that I just wish it was fine
And you know you sound like her sometimes
And everything you do just reminds me
Of how you couldn't stand by my side
Oh you know I know that feeling
Oh you wish that you chose me
Now you wanna be my best friend (the back)
You wanna be my best friend (of class)
Now you wanna be my best friend (your love)
You wanna be my best friend (the past)
It's not my fault, not my fault you need me
I've picked up, I've picked up my pieces
I've given up, given up on reason
I told myself, I don't care you're leaving
It's not my fault, not my fault you need me
When I've picked up, I've picked up my pieces
I've given up, given up all reasons
I told myself I don't care you're leaving
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