Rolodex

Looks like you got a rolodex
Of those on your resentment list
Kids popular as cvs
Clean up on isle six

Flipping on a dime
Saying you aint got the time for love
You try to hate it
Every time we ride I catch you
Bobbing your mind to love songs
You’re drunk

Pardon me to ask what’s there to prove
Dropping off the map seems that mask has outgrown you

Got your coffee maker
And you fill your cup
Always going out for blood

Looks like you got a rolodex
Of stuff that hasn’t happened yet
The future holds a big old mess
To you that’s just a treasure chest

You know you can't deny
There’s a part of you inside that’s tired
You try to fake it
I catch you with a smile
But you’re always in denial of your love
You’re dumb

Pardon me to ask what’s there to prove
It aint gonna last seems that shell has outgrown you

Got your pen and paper, just to take a name
Running out of those to blame