You could cut me open
I wouldn't give a ****
I'd do it over again to you
And then I'd hold your hands

We clash, we fight,
we misunderstand
You make me want to ****
that boy in my band

for hurting you so
when he held your hand
at least he's not coming to
the party we're to plan

to celebrate eachother,
the life that we've spanned.
Sometimes I see you
and I just can't stand

to even be near you
because you're a strand
of sunlight at least
little bit of heaven here on land

It's too much for me
too much to withstand
that sassy little face
serving verbal backhands

to anyone who crosses you,
and you're high in demand
but that doesn't matter cause
you're my best frand <3