Texty: Avi Buffalo. Distaste and Interest.

Oh, my distaste never outweighs interest
And I feel like shit
But I understand why we can't be friends again

What's with you, I ask
And you say that you're above me

Oh, great heartbreak
Why won't you just think straight
And send me back home
To sitting alone
Not expecting a ring from the phone
But instead I mind
And I try making reasonable rhyme

Why do we speak once or maybe twice a week
To have a bad time
When we both know we can't look in each other's eyes
It's a shame, I know
And you won't ever grow to sympathize