We used to be friends,
but now you don’t even recognize me,
turn your body away from me to say nasty things,
all because you had to be right,
you shoot me down just for the sheer thrill,
see it in your eyes, the way you lick
your lips, tasting my disappointment and anger.
Is it sweet? ’cause honey it’s bitter to me.
I’m the one that gives you courage,
gives substance to your shallowness,
reigns you in when you get too wild.
I should apologize to get us back,
but our friendship is on trial,
and the jury is still out.