Treason on a Sinking Ship.

You're not my type, give me a reason.

You're such a dick, I'm so last season.

I ask for honesty, but never take it as a straight answer,
'cause, kid I know you'll play me if you played her.

And let's review the facts: you call the "past" a thing that's said and done.

But me I take it as a lesson, review history and don't make the same mistakes twice.

So you hit on my best friend, tried to make me jealous.

You were obsorbed in the orchestra, I prefered the acapellas.

And you ask why I don't trust you; Give me a reason.