It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to
turn out to be all of your
best friend's best friends
But I folded and I told
These aren't things I saved to sing you
but I folded, I told
So draw or throw and I will explodeIt's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick
And you are far too cute or whatever he saidEvery time I hear it I am wishing I was great
I wish her... past tense my best friend
But I folded and I told
These aren't things I say to save me
But I folded, I told
I hope she's caught in the explosionIt's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick
And you are far too cute or whatever he saidIt's time for you to choose
It's time for you to choose
the bullet or the chapstick
This is me in his room
This is me in his room
This is me in his roomRed, gold, I told
We don't play fair
Red, gold, I told
We never stand too closeSo I update this almost every single day for you
I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you do
Go tell him how my wrist is sore
from pulling at your insides all night
Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you
Songwriters
LACEY, JESSE / LANE, BRIAN / TIERNEY, GARRETT / ACCARDI, VINCENTPublished by
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