The Constant
I'm calling your bluff,
I can't pretend,
I can't be a part of this,
This is not a friend,
I'm calling your bluff,
This is not a friend.
My actions have been more than clear,
You must of seen me there,
To matter, to try to be a friend,
In a day from now, it will be pushed aside.
Tonight,
Tonight you'll be buried beneath your attention's sight.
This far too familiar drive, it never felt so desolate inside,
I thought this was where it got better, where it gets better,
Its got to get better.
I'm calling your bluff,
I can't pretend,
I can't be a part of this,
This is not a friend.
The words between us,
They're spoken clear,
the distance between us is not far.
My friend,
And I know in this silence,
Don't speak, don't show.
This far too familiar drive, it never felt so desolate inside,
I thought this was where it got better, where it gets better,
It's got to get better.