she told me that the knife was there
but i didn't believe her
she told me that she was scared
but i couldn't hear her
she told me i was emotionally impaired
and then i couldn't take her seriously

she doesn't do drugs but she's addicted to the drama
we went out that night and i acted like i wanna
take her in my arms and never let her go
but what i felt inside was less than what i showed
acting like a fool and emitting an awkward laugh
how long before she realizes that i'm trash?

we both have blaring positives and negatives
glaring at the tv screen together and what gives?
is this all that it's about?
until you get mad and start to shout?
smooth sailing for a little bit
and then you go and **** up all of it