The truth is that I know why I don't see you now It's 'cause you can't fuck girls with your friends around These conquests, they're nonsense Those habits and those comments You're a fucking mess, So weak and spineless, If you kept your eyes off your phone You might have learned how to sing If you weren't conceited at heart You'd might have seen yourself king, Of a malleable scene, You were burning green Since you were nineteen Old friend we've given you our all We gave you so many chances that you seldom deserved So can't you just come clean? I don't know much, but enough is enough We gave you our trust and you just went and fucked it all up You tarnished our songs with all of your mistakes But we loved you enough to drag your dead weight