She motioned the outline of an hourglass, a particularly curvy one
And said, "you're supposed to look like this"
And I thought to myself, *that way of thinking is just the problem

You somehow thought that you could use our friendship,
Our friendship I had given a lot up for,
To tell others, in essence, how I was wrapped around your finger
And if you like the feeling of someone following you around
I would suggest buying a puppy

You're no good for the life I want to lead
So I'll sit under my own vine, my own fig tree
And watch as you continue to bleed

they say everything ends.
shall we prove them *wrong?