I Lied When I Said I Liked Your Zine

To me, an uneventful life that revolves all around her
and everybody else is just a fuckin' competition
for you to impress. It's in the back of your head
to one-up your friends, to make up for the fact that you're trapped

You're 20
and you've signed your life away
You're lost in the name
of romance and it's all
that you've got. You think
you know it all but when I tell you shit
you just get mad, you don't talk
to me anymore when she's the one fucking
behind your back

but you'll never believe it because you'll always stick up for her
and it's funny how ironic it is that you don't know shit
So how can you expect me to call you on the phone
when I can't even call you my friend?