It's Not Me, It's You
I don’t know if you do it on purpose,
But it’s been driving me insane.
I don’t even think you realize
How much you frustrate me.
Waiting for you to answer makes me nervous,
So I’m mostly a wreck.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
Then I wonder why I care so much.
But I can’t help myself.
Maybe you’re like a drug.
Addictive.
You’re so amazingly addictive.
My own personal drug.
Don’t you feel special?
No?
Oh. Well, I hear drugs are bad.
If you’d just ask me, I’d say YES.
And I’ve told you more than once.
This sounds vaguely familiar.
Maybe we’ve had this discussion before?
Oh, and don’t call me ‘hun’ if you can’t back it up.
‘Babe’s’ even worse.
And how you always say you want to see me?
Your efforts are pretty shitty for the most part.
I’d appreciate it if you’d stop wasting your breath on me.
I can’t believe I ever thought those words had any meaning.
Do you talk to everyone like that?
Or was I just a special case, babe?
You pull me in
To push me out,
Now I’m confused.
No wonder my friends don’t like you.
They say I should get over you,
That I give you too many chances,
And I do.
It must be the false hope you give me.
They tell me to forget about you,
That you’re no good for me.
And I agree.
So why can’t I stop?
And you invite me to your room,
Like it’s no big deal.
And maybe it isn’t.
The sensible part of me hesitates.
…The rest, not so much.
I’m not impressed by the way that you dress,
Rather the talent in your fast hands.I’m in love with a drummer.
Remember when you invited me to your show?
I admit, maybe that’s what won me over.
Maybe you suspect that.
Maybe you think it gives you the right
To fuck with my feelings,
And mess with my mind.
But I still miss you something awful,
Although lately, I try to care less.
I’m going to forget about you, I swear.
Don’t think I’m above ignoring your calls.
You say you don’t want to let me down,
But I no longer have any expectations for you.
You make me wait for hours, days
For an answer I never wanted to hear.
But I don’t want you to apologize.
I’m sorry enough for the both of us.
How I wish I never met you,
How I wish I hadn’t obsessed…
Mainly I wish you’d never looked at me.
No, I take that back.
I actually wish I never noticed you looking.
Then I wouldn’t have ever talked to you.
I wish I hadn’t gone to see your stupid show.
That’s where it all began, isn’t it?
Yeah, you know what I mean.
I’m so sick of thinking about you,
I hate thinking things will change.
Who am I trying to fool?
I want this warped mindset to end.
I’m going to stop this just before it begins.
Maybe we’re better off not knowing
What could have been…
I can do better than you,
I know for a fact.
Can you do better than me?
Are you sure about that?
Oh, and by the way…
It’s not me.
It’s you.
But it’s been driving me insane.
I don’t even think you realize
How much you frustrate me.
Waiting for you to answer makes me nervous,
So I’m mostly a wreck.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
Then I wonder why I care so much.
But I can’t help myself.
Maybe you’re like a drug.
Addictive.
You’re so amazingly addictive.
My own personal drug.
Don’t you feel special?
No?
Oh. Well, I hear drugs are bad.
If you’d just ask me, I’d say YES.
And I’ve told you more than once.
This sounds vaguely familiar.
Maybe we’ve had this discussion before?
Oh, and don’t call me ‘hun’ if you can’t back it up.
‘Babe’s’ even worse.
And how you always say you want to see me?
Your efforts are pretty shitty for the most part.
I’d appreciate it if you’d stop wasting your breath on me.
I can’t believe I ever thought those words had any meaning.
Do you talk to everyone like that?
Or was I just a special case, babe?
You pull me in
To push me out,
Now I’m confused.
No wonder my friends don’t like you.
They say I should get over you,
That I give you too many chances,
And I do.
It must be the false hope you give me.
They tell me to forget about you,
That you’re no good for me.
And I agree.
So why can’t I stop?
And you invite me to your room,
Like it’s no big deal.
And maybe it isn’t.
The sensible part of me hesitates.
…The rest, not so much.
I’m not impressed by the way that you dress,
Rather the talent in your fast hands.I’m in love with a drummer.
Remember when you invited me to your show?
I admit, maybe that’s what won me over.
Maybe you suspect that.
Maybe you think it gives you the right
To fuck with my feelings,
And mess with my mind.
But I still miss you something awful,
Although lately, I try to care less.
I’m going to forget about you, I swear.
Don’t think I’m above ignoring your calls.
You say you don’t want to let me down,
But I no longer have any expectations for you.
You make me wait for hours, days
For an answer I never wanted to hear.
But I don’t want you to apologize.
I’m sorry enough for the both of us.
How I wish I never met you,
How I wish I hadn’t obsessed…
Mainly I wish you’d never looked at me.
No, I take that back.
I actually wish I never noticed you looking.
Then I wouldn’t have ever talked to you.
I wish I hadn’t gone to see your stupid show.
That’s where it all began, isn’t it?
Yeah, you know what I mean.
I’m so sick of thinking about you,
I hate thinking things will change.
Who am I trying to fool?
I want this warped mindset to end.
I’m going to stop this just before it begins.
Maybe we’re better off not knowing
What could have been…
I can do better than you,
I know for a fact.
Can you do better than me?
Are you sure about that?
Oh, and by the way…
It’s not me.
It’s you.