I’m not sad for me,

I’m sad for you.

You’ll never know love and acceptance like I do.

And you’re not clinging to a book,

you’re clinging to a verse

cause I’ve smoked weed and drank beer with you outside of a church.

Remember that girl you fucked once?

What’s her name?

You two were married right? Cause that’s how the game is played.

Call it morals if you want,

but I don’t see it that way.

How you gonna justify turning your back on a friend?

I’ll get it over it though,

and this is the honest truth:

I’m not sad for me, I’m sad for you.