It's Become A Game For Me (Where I Always Play Pretend)

I can't help but resent knowing I took a soon meaningless effort as a girlfriend,
and that you hold my one-time spark of interest at something consistant.
So to try and shoot the distaste and regret across, I started
turning my stories to the needles and white li(n)es that would
make me something better left out than loved.

Every time you called, I'd simply
ignore it make some lame excuse
that became spun with insults and
blatant lies.

Even our once shared best friend realized how it was a mess in the making,
and helped me make more excuses and crude remarks.
And on the rar occasion it was me talking to you, all I did
was yell about everything you'd said bad about my best friend and
reply to anything you said with a simple "Alright."

For some reason you love me,
and nothing makes me sicker than when you try to get me
to spit those same words out.
And the strangest of all is it was you
who insisted we try it again.

That I might have a change of heart,
and it'll be like our (few) good days we used to have.