"Old Songs Written By An Old Best Friend" You leave with the guy that doesn't know how you feel, And everyone else knows that he's not real, But you think he's got more sex appeal, 'Cause he walks on his toes and not on his heels. So, you don't know your gonna come last, To his fake friends that are spending his cash, Don't you know you've gotta think fast, Not waste your time thinkin' about his past. I just need to get you alone, Tonight was a perfect night to, I just need to talk to you without any interuptions, (But what about?) No other interuptions. Now look what you've done, The shit makes it easier to run, But harder to write down, The feelings that are spiralling around. You leave with the guy that doesn't know how you feel, And everyone else knows that he's not real, But you think he's got more sex appeal, 'Cause he walks on his toes and not on his heels. So, you don't know your gonna come last, To his fake friends that are spending his cash, Don't you know you've gotta think fast, Not waste your time thinkin' about his past. The comments will stop, the feelings won't, The fucking shit my old friend wrote, The comments will stop, the feelings won't, The fucking shit my old friend wrote. Look at the lies, (They escape you when you cry) And your greeny brown eyes, (They spout such despise (surprise)) The comments will stop, the feelings won't, The fucking shit my old friend wrote, The comments will stop, the feelings won't, The fucking shit my old friend wrote.
i thought that this was good but i feel that there was too much forced rhyming. but it flowed really well.