Dead End Friend
You fuck me up, spin me around
And kick me when I'm down
You freak me out without a doubt
More times than I can count
You fuck me up, spin me around
You chew me up and spit me out
Tell yourself what you want to hear
We already know you sold out
Don't come around anymore
Friends turn into dead ends
If you let them
Now and then
You fuck me up, spin me around
And kick me when I'm down
You freak me out without a doubt
More times than I can count
You fuck me up, spin me around
You chew me up and spit me out
What the hell was going through your head?
Did you think we'd never find out?
I don't give a shit anymore
What's the point of trying?
In the end, it's all pretend
You fuck me up, spin me around
And kick me when I'm down
You freak me out without a doubt
More times than I can count
You fuck me up, spin me around
You chew me up and spit me out
Friends turn into dead ends
If you let them
Now and then
What's the point of trying?
In the end
I don't give a shit anymore
You fuck me up, spin me around
You chew me up and spit me out (and spit me out)
