I can’t be happy for you, I’m a no good selfish brat I guess. That’s okay, though, your new friend can wipe those tears off your face -if you’d still cry over me- And I won’t wish that I’m the one making you the happy playlist And rocking you in my arms (I’m lying) She can glue your heart together Hell, all your new friends can They’ll smile in a caring way that I will selfishly wish was plastic and fake And whisper comforts into your ear I don’t have anyone to glue my heart together Or vacuum up the mess even The shards cut my feet like glass wherever I step And they cut your feet as well when you come near I would tell you that the shards are there But you would hate yourself for failing me And I don’t have the energy to feel any more guilty than I already do You’ll get over me Your new good friends will steer you away from me As they should (fuck them) You’ll proceed on your trajectory just fine And I’ll watch you, like I always do, until you’re out of sight.
