I'll stay inside and rot in bed all day
And you won't wonder why
I'm not moving
In a casket made of dirty laundry
So I'll just sit and wait
I won't talk unless you talk to me first
I guess it makes it worse
That we don't talk these days
But a bad friend is still a friend
At least I hope I still have a place with you
It's like you always said
"Just put your best foot first"
But what does that mean
When you say I'm the fucking worst?
It's like you never said
But always made me feel like
I'm good for nothing
I'm good at nothing
But I'd like to think there's
Another part of me
That's not spineless,
And I'd like to think you think the same
That it's just my luck
And it's fucked.