I don't know what to say
I always get in my own way
Self-effacing
Shoe lacing, coming untied
I need you to hear this
Tell me why
We're sycophants and bad friends
But we still seem to manage
Holding on to memories that don't reflect ourselves
Hey
Call me if you're not alright
But I'm busy so I can't tonight
Sorry if I don't reply
I really couldn't tell you why
We're sycophants and bad friends
But we still seem to manage
Holding on to memories that don't reflect ourselves
This used to taste so sweet
And that used to work for me