Butterscotch

And I’m trying to be nice but I am tired of the sugarcoated
Candy you would feed me just to make sure I was happy
With a blue sky and a blackout frame
Illusions that you felt the same
And I don’t think you miss me
I think you miss the thought
And that’s all that counts
La-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
La-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
La-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
La-da, da-da-da
Let’s take it back to all the times you said you missed me
When I knew that you were drunk and all alone
Or when you’re out 'til all hours of the night with people I don’t even know
(Hey, who was that anyways?)
And you wish you knew what words to say to leave the past behind
But my self-esteem is withering and you don’t seem to mind
And I’m trying to be nice but I am tired of the sugarcoated
Candy you would feed me just to make sure I was happy
With a blue sky and a blackout frame
Illusions that you felt the same
And I don’t think you miss me
I think you miss the thought
And that’s all that counts
La-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
La-da, da-da-da
There’s no logic explanation, hooked on you like medication
Empty words of affirmation fill the void (Fill the void)
And all this self-depreciation gives me heavy hesitation
But I wouldn’t want you to feel annoyed (I'm so annoyed)
And your friends will nag and whine and say that I’m not worth the time of day
(Your friend)
So I’ll just fake a smile so that my mom thinks I’m okay
And I wish that you were nice so I’ll keep eating all the sugarcoated
Candy you would feed me just to make sure I was happy
With a blue sky and a blackout frame
Illusions that you felt the same
And I don’t think you miss me
I think you miss the thought
And that’s all that counts
So I sit and I wait
For that call that never came
I need you out, out of my head
So I can finally go to bed
Without these thoughts, of how it’s fucked
To feel like this
It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault
It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault
And I’m trying to be nice but I am tired of the sugarcoated
Candy that you’d feed me 'cause I want you to be happy
With a blue sky and a blackout frame
Illusions that you felt the same
And I don’t think you miss me
And I’m trying to be nice but I am tired of the sugarcoated
Candy you would feed me just to make sure I was happy
With a blue sky and a blackout frame
Illusions that you felt the same
And fuck you, you don’t miss me
You only miss the thought
And that’s all that counts
Whatever man