My Friends Over You - First to Eleven

I’m drunk off your kiss

For another night in a row

This is becoming too routine for me

But I didn’t mean to lead you on

And it’s alright to pretend

That we still talk

It’s just for show, isn’t it?

It’s my fault that it fell apart

Just maybe you need this

And I didn’t mean to

Lead you on

You were everything I wanted

But I just can’t finish what I’ve started

There’s no room left here on my back

It was damaged long ago

Though you swear that you are true

I’d still pick my friends over you

My friends over you