(I guess the only reality is the one you seem to believe in.
  Well I'm walking out, this is the last time, I feel like shit.
  This isn't the way to treat old friends...)
  Let's go again
  Set me up
  Watch me stand on top of my old house
  Watch me spinning and watch me seeing the melon sky
  Oh, look it's so beautiful tonight
  But I was feeling so sweet
  I could barely breathe so deep
  But you had to come along
  You had to shatter everything
  Why'd you even fuck her in the first place?
  Friends don't mean a thing
  when you can actually feel the knife sticking in your spine
  For a second there I thought I was fine
  But oh, whatever
  I've tasted my own blood, and now every time you walk on by,
  I feel like spitting in your eye
  This is not the way I pictured getting hurt.