I'm just not the same. And I'm never gonna be again. Pissing contest in the parking lot, I wonder if I'll win. I'll just point and blame to the bottles under the third bench. It's not hard to hoax a smile in front of your friends.
I spend a lot of time reading up on things I do. I spend that other time with you.
I'll just moan and complain about how I'm over "all this." Two short of a Joinerbomb; they'll grin and gossip.
I spend a lot of time reading up on things I do. The quarrels with myself are turning into feuds. Investigate your tone of voice for subtle clues. Are you the one who change me? Am I the one who changed you?
"You're just not the same as when we met. I don't know you anymore. Can you take me back to the times when your clothes took up my drawers? Of all the horrid things (your stupid smile). I saw your face when I said "why'd you have to: go and change, ruin what we made, destroy everything."