| I dare you to come closer. | 
| I dare you to get close. | 
| I dare you to come closer. | 
| This is making me sick! | 
| Barfff!&!%!*! | 
| I’m done wasting my time. | 
| How can you live like this? | 
| I tried to be your friend, | 
| But you were fakin'. | 
| After everything we’ve been through. | 
| I saved you from yourself, | 
| When you had no one else. | 
| Now you walk past me like you don’t know me. | 
| But you wouldn’t be alive if you didn’t call me. | 
| That night when you had no where else to go, | 
| You were crying on the phone, | 
| Sick to your stomach on the floor. | 
| That night when you had no one else to call, | 
| Sick to your stomach on the floor, | 
| You were calling me like, Doctor! | 
| «Doctor! | 
| Doctor!» | 
| You’re trying to live up to these expectations. | 
| But realize I don’t expect a thing. | 
| Just open up a little. | 
| Cuz this ain’t riddle. | 
| Spend every minute thinking how you’ve used me. | 
| Now you walk past me like you don’t know me. | 
| But you wouldn’t be alive if you didn’t call me. | 
| That night when you had no where else to go, | 
| You were crying on the phone, | 
| Sick to your stomach on the floor. | 
| That night when you had no one else to call, | 
| Sick to your stomach on the floor, | 
| You were calling me like, Doctor! | 
| «Doctor! | 
| Doctor!» | 
| Broken friendships might be endless. | 
| Take back the time that I said we should end this. | 
| Maybe if we just put this behind us, | 
| Take off these blindfolds, see that we got trust. | 
| You walk past me like you don’t know me. | 
| Spending your nights out with all my homies. | 
| Maybe if you just cut out your ego, | 
| Sever the ties, you gave me a reason. | 
| Late last night you asked me nice, | 
| But you burned one bridge, | 
| Double crossed me twice, | 
| Three strikes I’m over it. | 
| That night when you had no where else to go, | 
| You were crying on the phone, | 
| Sick to your stomach on the floor. | 
| That night when you had no one else to call, | 
| Sick to your stomach on the floor, | 
| You were calling me like, Doctor! | 
| That night when you had no where else to go, | 
| You were crying on the phone, | 
| Sick to your stomach on the floor. | 
| That night when you had no one else to call, | 
| Sick to your stomach on the floor, | 
| You were calling me like, Doctor! | 
| «Doctor! | 
| Doctor!» | 
| Worst. | 
| Friends. | 
| Forever. |