He was wrong to write that but his writing is so boring
Too stupid to incite the symphony you're scoring
You're too old for shit this small
But you're much too young to abandon it all
Meanwhile, I'm screaming all the time
"You're perfect, you're fine!"
You know I bit my tongue when you've been petulant and galling
And I was there to lift you up whenever you were falling
It's been appalling
Now you say that no one loves you
I'm like, "What about me?"
You're like, "What, me who?"
Well, it's the me who's been here all the time
Whatever, never mind
I'm missing the good parts of a bad friend
And I fear they're gone for good
It went from a good start to a bad end
And I wish he would
Come home, come home to the way I know he can be
I wish you'd come home, come home to me
We'd sing everything we'd write before I was your mother
Two hot young dykes at night, we'd listen to each other
Now you don't hear anything
And I don't hear feelings when you sing
Just slick, flat iPhone melodies
Listen, please
I'm missing the good parts of a bad friend
And I fear they're gone for good
It went from a good start to a bad end
And I wish he would
Come home, come home to the way I know he can be
I wish you'd come home, come home to me
You'd rather be right
Than be happy with my love
Show me you understand the things I try to tell you
Don't throw up all that guarded trauma that befell you
'Cause I can smell you
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I'm missing the good parts of a bad friend
And I fear they're gone for good
It went from a good start to a bad end
And I wish he would (wish he would)
Come home, come home to the way I know he can be
I wish you'd come home, come home to me
I wish you'd come home (come home), come home (come home) to me
I wish you'd come home (come home), come home (come home) to me
I wish you'd come home (come home), come home (come home) to me
I wish you'd come home (come home), come home (come home) to me