we are young.

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
Like resignation to the end, always the end.
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well, you said that we could still be friends.
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over.

But you didn’t have to cut me off,
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.
And I don’t even need your love,
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.

No, you didn’t have to stoop so low.
Hide your friends, collect your records
And your change of number. 
I guess that I don’t need that, though.
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know. 

(Source: doyouwantdrugs)