It's funny how your
Worst enemies always seem to
Turn out to be all of your
Best friend's best friends
But I folded and I told
These aren't things I saved to sink you
But I folded, I told
So draw or throw and I will explode

It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
Oh you are far too cute
Or whatever he said

Every time I hear it
I am wishing I was great
I wished her
Past tense, my best friend
But I folded and I told
These aren't things I say to save me
But I folded, I told
I hope she's caught in the explosion

It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
Oh you are far too cute
Or whatever he said

It's time for you to choose
(It's time for you to choose)
The bullet or the chapstick
And this is me in his room
(This is me in his room)
(This is me in his room)

(Red, gold, I told, we don't play fair)
(Red, gold, I told, We never stand too close)
So I update this almost every single day for you
I begin to hate you for your face not just the things you do
Go tell him how my wrist is sore
From pulling out your insides all night
And nothing that you do is new
To anything or anyone but you