Nobody knows what to say to me.
All I see when she looks at me is pity.
She doesn't know,
Like I do not know,
What's going on.
She is a pessimist,
Like I am a pessimist,
And it's catching on.
I sing like he wanted me to.
I wait and pretend that I do something else with my time.
Well, I'm occupied with distractions.
So I sing like he wanted me to.
I wait and pretend that I do something more than staring at my floor,
Staring at Gillian.
I will keep changing 'cause that's how I am.
Cutting my hair, dying it back to brown.
You never know,
Like I do not know,
How you alter me.
I am a show,
Like you are a show,
That I'm watching.
So I act like you wanted me to.
I will care about seeming aloof.
Who could say if this is a game to you.
Well I act like you wanted me to.
I'll lie so it seems like I do something more than staring at my floor
And Lindsay at dinner.
Well we have friends (oh)
and we have friends that tell us the truth.
I am wild and I am bitter and I am weaker with you.
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