I’ll be your scapegoat because I know you can’t bear the sight of your own reflection
And your imperfections.
No sense of direction.
I’ll be your scapegoat because
You are undeserving of my love.
A self-fulfilling prophecy, honestly.
You turned out to be nothing less than the person that I thought you’d be
Using a person’s darkest insecurities to tear them down
I trusted you
You oughta be ashamed of yourself
Hoping not, but I guess I might see you around
I’m staring at these walls in need of a paint job and wiping away a tear
Not necessarily because I miss you,
But because of the fact that I surprisingly don’t
And 3 months from now, I definitely won’t
You amuse me because you tried to abuse me
And overshadowed your love with your decision to refuse me
Well, back to those fast food drive-thrus I guess?
I’ll go back to being an overly confident and attractive hot fucking mess.
Flippin the situation with your savvy tactics of manipulation
Until I even felt bad…for being mad.
in the first place.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
I figured that we were here to figure each other out.
I figured we would share the water for our roots
And share the sun that made your eyes sparkle.
Shame on me for not seeing that you kept all the water to yourself.
But, sure, I’ll be your scapegoat.