Romanticizing The End Of Us. (You were such an ungrateful bitch and I'm bitter)

This isn't anxiety anymore; this is full on rage, and I'm sick and tired of all your passive aggressive ways.
I need you to yell at me and to scream at me. Won't you tell me why it’s all wrong?
Because it’s making me sick to my stomach pretending it’s all okay.

And for far too long you've been holding down my wrist and carving into it what’s wrong with me.
And I can't seem to forget these invisible scars.
And while yours were much more real, I never put them there,
and I never once saw anybody stare like they stare at me now, my dear, dear, old best friend. La de dah.

And I think you're crazy, yeah you’re quite insane.
And you need to get that ego of yours out of your brain.
‘Cause you're not at pretty as you think and I know you think you're ugly.
I guess it’s true.
But I was never the one to tell you.
I was such a better friend than that, but we're not friends anymore. La de dah. La de dah.

Lah de de dah.