Comforter

Another guy huh?

Another fight with ya parents?

Another night you get kicked out your home

And all you can do is call my phone

I swear I don’t want to pick up

I just hate getting calls from you now

Cause all you ever do is fuck up and fall

But misery loves company so I let you bring me down

But I answer and talk to you

Trying to make some sense of it all

But the more and more I talk, I think

And reminisce about last fall

See cause I was free

Of having to cheer you up

When it was just me

And I really didn’t give a fuck

But you walk in one day

And I fall for you quick as ever

Not noticing the scars, your makeup covered em so well

Guess that’s why they call it concealer

Then we get to talking and I realize

That you’re not the stereotypical

That you’re not the type I’ve been around

That you’re something special

You seem to like me too

But little do I know

What you see in me is different

Not a guy to kiss but a friend to hold

So when you hit me with the

‘you’re a great friend’

The embarrassment, the frustration

I can’t even begin

But I took it all in stride

As you repeatedly explained how he cheated with her

And I sat there, seething in rage cause

you could’ve avoided that if you chose me first

So I hold you as you cry

And tell you that you’re not dumb, you’re smart

While thinking over and over again

That you actually are

But this time, this call in particular

I really don’t care

And I spill how I feel out to you

Then it’s all in the air

And of course, it isn’t reciprocated

Girls like you don’t fuck with guys like me

So I tell you goodbye and good luck

And I hope one day you’ll see

See what you missed out on

And what you could’ve had

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be with you

And that’s why it went bad

I need to be more for you than just a friend

I want more than

To just make you smile

Cause some other guy can’t

I can’t be that shoulder to cry on anymore

Done being your only supporter

Done being the good guy for you

Done being your comforter.