i know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends

when i first met you i knew you were the one
till you took me home and i met her
she had your boxers on
she was listening to your song
and i thought right then that you had everything


but i knew
she was jealous from the start
yeah i knew
she was jealous from the start


'cus i know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends
oh i know better than that i know better
you play the victim and i'll be the bad guy
i know better than that, i know better


we started hanging around after 9
i couldve sworn that i was yours
you looked at me and said
its a little too late for bed
we went to a hotel and
talked about everything


but i knew
she was jealous from the start
yeah i knew
she was jealous from the start




cos i know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends
oh i know better than that i know better
you play the victim and i'll be the bad guy
i know better than that, i know better




YOU PLAY THE VICTIM AND I'LL BE THE BAD GUY.

"i'm not mad. i just hate you right now."
please don't tell me i'm yours you're mine you just wont admit it.
note to self: guys lie. guys live. guys aren't always totally worth it. but some don't, some really do, and some are.
i guess i need to learn how to differentiate between them?
you've seen me without make up on and looking more beautiful than i ever have, i know because you told me..
but i know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends.

i'll run from him with no conviction,
why do i not see you anymore?
i'm just a misguided ghost.

if you miss me, don't say you don't. if you miss me, don't be the boy you said you would never end up being.

we are just misguided ghost traveling and listening, ones we trusted the most, pushed us far away.

and if you want to kiss me, kiss me in front of everyone, not behind closed doors. because i'm tired of sneaking around to be with you.



i'm not going to say i love you in front of everyone. don't put me on the spot.


let's make this year one to remember, okay?


don't make me spill my heart out on a fucking blog