i tried to hold the door for you
and you slammed my hand in the jam for the favor
i'm more of a i cant push this off in good faith
and you're a why cant we just talk about it later
and oh i tried to bridge the gaps
and you just blamed the distance on me
so maybe i threw the match
but we were already saturated with gasoline

and on my way out you spit in my face
i feel the venom and your need to be right
and you tell me i'm the most hateful person you know
then dont even say goodbye
such a glum note to leave on
i will die before you believe much less defend me
if you really felt that way
what did you even want with me