Why Them?

i don’t make good choices

i avoid them like the plague

telling myself everything’s okay

but i can’t feel my legs

and i think it’s kinda funny

you’d think i’d’ve learned by now

but i’m barely starting out

and i still can’t find myself

don’t play well with others

get too close i start to bite

causing way too many problems

in the middle of the night

and i think it’s really funny

i thought they’d’ve learned by now

but they never stop persisting

trying to figure me out

when you ask “why them, not me?”

i ask myself that question every day honestly

it’s getting kinda tricky to convince myself

that i’m not better off with someone else

who doesn’t leave my heart up on a shelf

i’ve been spending way too

much of my time on the phone

turns out everybody’s lonely

no one likes to be alone

and i think it’s kinda funny

or maybe it’s really weird

that i know how big it is

for every single guy in here

when you ask “why them, not me?”

i ask myself that question every day honestly

it’s getting kinda tricky to convince myself

that i’m not better off with someone else

who doesn’t leave my heart up on a shelf

do you see the fog

rolling in?

or do you just feel it on your skin?

can you see the pain

in my heart?

or are you too busy tryna fall apart?

oh

do you taste the blood

on your tongue?

do you feel the oxygen

leaving your lungs?

do you feel the pain

in my heart?

or are you too busy tryna fall apart?

when you ask “why them, not me?”

i ask myself that question every day honestly

it’s getting kinda tricky to convince myself

that i’m not better off with someone else

who doesn’t leave my heart up on a shelf

when you ask “why them, not me?” x2

why them, not me?

why them indeed