Be Nice To Me

There is very little left of me and it's never coming back There are certain things you ask of me, there are certain things I lack The beginning, we were winning, now we're just making a fact What's it matter anymore? You believe the lies I tell There's no meaning to the words But we still sing these songs well And if we all left it alone I'm sure it will work itself out fine They are playing with the numbers And we are running out of time You're a killer and I'm your best friend I think it's unfair, your situation You say I'm changing, Sorry, I didn't know I had to stay the same Can we talk about this later? Your voice is driving me, tt's driving me insane I try to write you poems, but the words they don't make sense The hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense And I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet I'd love to tell you stories, but I can't remember how they went You're a flashlight in a dark room for the loneliest blackout You were all we had left after it all was filtered out I'm turning you on in a dark room right before we both pass out I'll turn you on when I need you, but the batteries ran out You're a werewolf and I'm a full moon And all your very worst enemies will be gone soon I think you're changing Don't worry, you don't have to stay the same Could we talk about this later? Your voice is driving me, it's driving me insane --- Be Nice To Me - The Front Bottoms