Texty: Armchair Martian. Other. Whipping Boy.

(from "Happy Meals Vol. 3" Compilation)

[Originally by Lagwagon]

Now it's simple to me
Sometimes you have to let go
When there's next to nothing
She says yes every time he says no
more pain than love
Push comes to shove almost every time you speak
Somehow you fight
Somehow you're crazy
Somehow it's taking all the life left in you

You're losing ground
Carrying that torch
You ain't asking for much
Still somehow she's had time to heal
And she doesn't need you any longer and you
Had time to drink
you call her to tell her you've gotten much stronger
At three in the morning she says stop calling
'cause everyone's asleep
some of us work
you're driving me crazy
I've learned to get on with my life

now every night's Friday night
picking fights with your friends
you're trying to make amends
you search for comfort in a friend
it ain't the same
she don't understand
you both learned to think alike
what was so wrong
where's she tonight?
Out there drinking while you're left home thinking
It's taken all the life left in you

You're losing ground
Carrying that torch
You ain't asking for that much
Still somehow you'll wait for her
You say she'll return
But you still carry that torch
That girl
Whipping boy