It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to
  turn out to be all of your
  best friend's best friends
  But I folded and I told
  These aren't things I saved to sing you
  but I folded, I told
  So draw or throw and I will explode
    It's time for you to choose
  the bullet or the chapstick
  And you are far too cute or whatever he said
    Every time I hear it I am wishing I was great
  I wish her... past tense my best friend
  But I folded and I told
  These aren't things I say to save me
  But I folded, I told
  I hope she's caught in the explosion
    It's time for you to choose
  the bullet or the chapstick
  And you are far too cute or whatever he said
    It's time for you to choose
  It's time for you to choose
  the bullet or the chapstick
  This is me in his room
  This is me in his room
  This is me in his room
    Red, gold, I told
  We don't play fair
  Red, gold, I told
  We never stand too close
    So I update this almost every single day for you
  I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you do
  Go tell him how my wrist is sore
  from pulling at your insides all night
  Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you