If I bend I'm breaking
I'm tired of living through the yellow pages
The ghosts are calling and they want you back
Two hundred miles is farther than it seems
It's just enough to keep you safe from me

You might as well just hate me
(And you can stop pretending)
You're just what the boys like me are so afraid of
And I can't imagine what it's
Like stepping on all your friends
Like they're concrete (they're not concrete)
You're going to sink girl, (you're going to sink…)

The dust has settled now I see you clearly
My eyes are open and my lungs are clean
I left the tip jar out so you could be near me
I hate that face you wear