Believe me when I said, "I wish I chose these words instead" I would rewrite them, but I'm not much of a poet And all of our friends all gathered there I wanted to ask but I just stare I found a strand of your hair on my Jawbreaker shirt Everyone believes in their own bullshit You have cigarette breath And I just can't quit I'm afraid of the quiet that comes along with it So I just swallow the words, and choke on them And you go walking in a garden Where everything is dead If you loved them, you would water them anyways No, no, you treat me like a book So many pages overlooked I wonder if you'll buy my story this time I guess I owe a debt I should just pay it off instead I really want things to work out this time And it feels like pulling teeth To see which one of us cares the least If I didn't, why would I even try?