It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to 

turn out to be all of your 

best friend's best friends 

But I folded and I told 

These aren't things I saved to sing you 

but I folded, I told 

So draw or throw and I will explode 



It's time for you to choose 

the bullet or the chapstick 

And you are far too cute or whatever he said 



Every time I hear it I am wishing I was great 

I wish her... past tense my best friend 

But I folded and I told 

These aren't things I say to save me 

But I folded, I told 

I hope she's caught in the explosion 



It's time for you to choose 

the bullet or the chapstick 

And you are far too cute or whatever he said 



It's time for you to choose 

It's time for you to choose 

the bullet or the chapstick 

This is me in his room 

This is me in his room 

This is me in his room 



Red, gold, I told 

We don't play fair 

Red, gold, I told 

We never stand too close 



So I update this almost every single day for you 

I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you do 

Go tell him how my wrist is sore 

from pulling at your insides all night 

Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you