Roadside Therapy - Nearly Beloved Lyrics

Why should it end? Let's be more than friends
Take it out on me like I'm the one at ease
See my friends begin to leave and the end is bittersweet
But in the end, we face the bittersweet of defeat
I know that she's a bit of a drone
Target set, lock-on mode, and she's ready to go
She's out every night and all she wants is for the memories to fade
Forgive me, I'm late
Please don't complicate the process of elimination
I'll be here, buried in the walls of the Elimi-nation
I don't care what you think of me
Can we be more than buddies
I'm waiting and I'll wait for the day to come
Don't get me wrong