You tell me it's all good.
I love you and that's good.
We're friends.
You love me and that's good.
We're friends.

He treats you badly.
But Jesus Christ, so do I.
I'm writing poetry about you and I feel guilty.

You have a bad habit of dating guys who treat you bad.
I could go down the list and can do it well.
I've treated you with nothing but love.

You said to me that I tell you you're pretty more than he does.
That he never does.
And I rarely do.

He's a nice guy and I like him.
But where is he going?
But where am I going?

I'm sorry but I'm not sorry.
Am I violating some kind of friendship barrier by speaking my mind?
Am I breaking some unwritten rule?

Well I hope not.
I'd hate to lose you.
After all, you're all I got.
*And I love you and it's all good