You're gonna call me on it one of these days
Why I don't respond when you mention her name
When our friends see you together, showered in acclaim
Hydroplaning on a neighborhood lane

Why are we listening to this playlist in my car?
The one she made for you of songs I think are subpar
Looking for excuses to pull you into a sidebar
Pull you into my arms
Find a way back in your heart

That's not you
You wanted someone with a little more life in them
That's not you
Not someone you invite back in when they've been condemned
That's not you
You wanted someone with a drive or at least a goal in mind
That's not you
That's not you

Summer's end scraped my knees
Puts me through the wringer to come out clean
A salmon sky every night
But nothing or no one could flush my cheeks this pink
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'll be waiting like a parcel at your door
Silent on the steps
Couldn't hear the bell over the sound of my chest hitting the floor

They always said you don't end up with the girl
For whom you stop the world
Is there a part of you that's a little concerned
Or am I finishing this race a poor third?

You're painting her nails off to the side of the function
We're watching a movie that needs no introduction
We're singing and dancing and she's acting sunken
She doesn't know it, I'm not trying to pass judgement, but

That's not you
You wanted someone with a little more life in them
That's not you
Not someone you invite back in when they've been condemned
That's not you
You wanted someone with a drive or at least a goal in mind
That's not you
That's not you

Summer's end scraped my knees
Puts me through the wringer to come out clean
A salmon sky every night
But nothing or no one could flush my cheeks this pink
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'll be waiting like a parcel at your door
Silent on the steps
Couldn't hear the bell over the sound of my chest hitting the floor

(Fuck you for wearing my clothes when she takes them off)
(Why couldn't you tell me when you'd caught your own fall?)
(Fuck you for making me bleed out on the balcony)
(And moving forward to loving someone who looks just like me)

A pissed off part of me wants to open a wound
Postpone the visit I planned and not ever follow through
Angry is something so easy to be
When I see you, cue the fumes
I'm a short lit fuse that fuels off of agony

That's not you
I'm going off assumptions, or maybe I don't know you at all
That's not you
If you were coming around, you wouldn't let me face plant when I fall
That's not you
I could've given you everything she does and so much more
Maybe it's you
Maybe it's you