Songtext Award of the year award You Blew It

Award of the year award

There is a pain in my chest;
A knot I've pretended to have hardly noticed yet.
It's tied tight on my tongue.
A thousand words, repeating like a pendulum.

Maybe it's just me versus jealousy.
Regardless, I'm tempted to say,

"Give it a rest."
I shouldn't have to say this,
but now I struggle to recognize you.

You can always consider me a friend,
just strictly in the past tense.
Maybe it's just me and hypocrisy.
Still, I'm just trying to say,

"Give it a rest."
I shouldn't have to say this,
but now I struggle to recognize you.
"Give it a rest."
I shouldn't have to say this,
but now I struggle to recognize you.

You've indicated
that I'm nothing but a friend you've baited.
You've indicated
that I'm nothing but a friend you've baited.

I'm sorry that I haven't said,

"Give it a rest."
I shouldn't have to say this,
but now I struggle to recognize you.
"Give it a rest."