you're on the phone 
with someone who doesn't know 
about your soul and how it 
can't be held by flesh and bone 
and i guess that's fine 
i would never want you to 
stop your life 
but when i saw you both 
with your shoulders touching 
sitting so close 

i knew i'd hold on to this feeling 
i'd hold on to anything at all 
was it my fault 
because i easily confused you 
for someone who would hold my hand 
when things got hard 
when things got dark 
because oh my god 
when they get dark 
they get so dark 

you were always a [bad word] friend 
and you would leave when i got sick 
you never called me on my birthday 
i want to call you on your birthday 
so i'll hold on to this feeling 
i'll hold on to this hate 
for as long as i need 
for it to help me