All of our fucking friends

I find it hard to trust you when you tell me all about how you hate everyone else

What always springs to mind is how you cull your comments to your confidants

And i find it hard to believe I'm the exception to your endless nitpicking

It's not that i disagree with what you're saying, it's just i don't see the value

And i find it hard to understand what you're going through the way you project it all outward

I'm sure I'm missing something, i know it's complicated, and I'm worried I'm making it all about me

But i find it hard to listen to you without attempting to craft my own subtext

It's not that i disagree with what you're saying, it's just i don't see the value

How am i

Supposed to feel