Come On Ride the Pain and Ride It Wooawoo
what if I didn't have to write ten songs about
what you did but I do because

I can't let it go at all
what truth?

I used to hope that we could somehow save our friendship
now I hope to feel nothing

truly surprised
when I enjoy
hanging with you
why do I

block the good and I tell my friends that if
you didn't lie I wouldn't be so messed up

but maybe what hurts
but maybe what hurts
is that I couldn't
love you without terms
that you were too much
that you were so much
a mirror to
a mirror to me