Drove by the agency your parents work at
Still somehow shaking a year in between
And i begged that maybe
The problem wasn’t just me

Song on the radio
Sounds just like he’s saying your name
And i screamed from the passenger seat
And i prayed that one day
You’d realize what you did to me

Crying in your parents’ house
Your little sister looks confused
You’re wondering how everybody you loved
Could suddenly turn on you

I’m tired of being led to bеlieve
Things aren’t what thеy seem
When they’re standing
Right in front of me
You may not realize it yet
But i wish you the best
Yeah, everything’s fucked
Good luck

Voice on the other end
Cries like i did through a screen
Still deflecting two years in between
Then i knew for the first time
The problem was never me

They just can’t understand
Their heads are in a whirl
Saying, “everything could’ve been perfect
If he didn’t hurt those girls”
Yeah, they had to eventually
Cause you can’t rewrite reality
I’m tired of being led to believe
Things aren’t what they seem
When they’re standing
Right in front of me
You may not realize it yet
But i wish you the best
Yeah, everything’s fucked
Good luck