Cool Kids Table

I can't, wrap my head around it Why you, keep on bringing up old shit? Taking, its toll on my health I don't, feel like I can really be myself when I'm around you Lest I want to face the side of you that I hate Which in and of itself should really indicate There is to some degree a certain sense of uncertainty That you don't fucking hate me Why do I kid myself? Why do I keep on pretending, there's something Worth even holding on to? Worth holding on to "Hey man, how have you been? What's up? Haven't seen you in months," he says And lights up a smoke As I wonder how I'll be made into the butt end of a joke 'Cause that's all I am these days Begging for crumbs, at the edge of the cool kids table Am I unstable? Is there something, that I'm not getting? Am I letting, go of a good friend? Or was I, merely pretending the whole time? Why do I kid myself? Why do I keep on pretending, there's something Worth even holding on to? Worth holding on to Why do I kid myself? Why do I keep on pretending, there's something Worth even holding on to? Worth holding on to I'll be just fine We'll still cross paths from time to time