"you used to be nice."
(that's the last thing you said to me.
you asked me what was wrong which
was really nice of you and a little weird
but I'm not complaining.)
we were interrupted. some friends sat down.

I'm sick of people seeing right through me (especially you,
you asked me what's wrong)
you say: it's because I'm not being myself. that
I say the things I say because I think
it will make people like me, or get laughs.
I guess you're right.

but you're the only reason I changed.
I thought you would like me better.