If there was a way to
Compare you to Polonius
I think I'd be Hamlet
And I'd stab you through the curtain

And if there was a way to say that I’m Ophelia
I'd probably drown myself in flowers
Just to fucking spite you

And when it finally got to
Having mutual feelings
It felt like something I didn't deserve
And when it finally got to being on bad terms again
I just had decided

Maybe I was okay
And that’s okay
And that's okay

Maybe I'm not okay
But that's okay
And you're okay