The Underdog I: Blue Pop - Kaonashi

At the bottom of 69th street,

We can meet to talk about this break up make up break up make up bullshit.

Whenever I want to say something

It’s always you’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong I can’t take it!

Short story long: I can’t lose you,

But you make me feel like an enemy,

So I’ll keep you close like one

Until it’s time to face the truth.

I’m buried in the weight of your way out and you won’t even listen at all.

I thought you were my best friend.

Confronted by the truths that you’ve laid

out.

Bury me with all of my faults.

You’re supposed to be my best friend.

We could never keep it together.

My better half couldn’t do the math when things didn’t start adding up.

Manipulation plus ideation of my self-hatred minus my confiding characteristics.

Take it all from me, I know you want to.

And it’s just like you to criticize every little single thing that I do.

Don’t fucking touch me or tell me to chill or that I’m overreacting.

And it’s so like you to pull this shit where you push all of my buttons

Then pull me in then you push me to the edge and then pull the card of empathy

Before another round of friendly fire but I got a short, short fuse.

I guess it’s true what they say: the ones you love will hurt you the most.

So I propose a toast: to never let anyone in.

Man, it’s over.

We used to get two cosmic brownies with the Day’s soda

And tell each other our darkest secrets but now it’s over cause I know you

didn’t mean it.

And I still wanna call you to see what you’re about,

But time heals everything, and time ran out.