David

It's alright, David, I'm fucked up again

I'm tired of waiting

Of being your friend

Cause you're stuck on the first page and I'm close to the end

So just shut your mouth and pretend

You scream your cellphone and you watch your TV

Sometimes you look like a fool

Sometimes you look right past me

And I'm the one singing you songs in the end

So goddamn, I guess we'll be friends

And oh, all the days pile up like used paper plates

And you know but you still go

Pictures and movies and books and cartoons

When I'm lookin' at them sometimes I'm thinkin' bout you

And writing down things that i think you should do

You know, I might get sick of me too

And oh, all the days pile up like used razor blades

And you know but you still go

So David I'm here and my fingers are sore

From writin' down words that I know you'll ignore

When each one comes out it fees more like before

So David I've evened the score

David I've evened the score.