The Punch

(La-la-la-la-la)
You'll never be who I wanted you to be
You're a coward hiding under bed sheets
(La-la-la-la-la)
I'll never forgive you 'cause you're not who you pretend to be
Good intentions are subjective and I judge through eyes of honey
(La-la-la-la-la)
Don't you feel bad, any sympathy?
I know you love like that 'cause it's all you've had
But don't play naïve

You don't really love at all, you just like the punch
'Cause how else could you supposedly love two girls at once?
Your obsessive infatuation temporarily fooled me
But one day you'll be ashamed
'Cause you're not who you claim to be
(La-la-la-la-la)

You aren't capable of feeling anything real
Your emotions are synthetic
What you think you should feel
Funny, now your name is sour
It stings to the touch
‘Cause it's stained with the pain of someone new each month
I found the flowers she left on your balcony
And you left them there to wither away like you did me

You don't really love at all, you just like the punch
How else could you supposedly love two girls at once?
Your obsessive infatuation temporarily fooled me
But one day you'll be ashamed
'Cause you're not who you claim to be

Do you ever look back and think about the things you'd say to me?
How I just wasn't cool enough
You were cruel enough to keep me in a daydream
I told you I was dying, sinking into the concrete
But when we met, I'd never guessed you'd leave me there to bleed

You don't really love at all, you just like the punch
'Cause how else could you supposedly love two girls at once?
Your obsessive infatuation temporarily fooled me
But one day you'll be ashamed
'Cause you're not who you claim to be

Yeah, I hope you're ashamed for everything you did to me