People like to talk about shit
they don't know,
how much gossip I can take
before I go.

Maybe I should have told you that I slept with your friend,
that things were getting blurry close to 3am.

I know you feel stronger
when you talk about me,
Making up some stories
no one wants to hear.

Maybe I should have punched you in your lying face,
but I feel so zen I'm ready to forgive.

Maybe I should have told you that I slept with your friend,
that things were getting blurry close to 3am.

Maybe I shouldn't wait for other people to tell,
But I feel so zen I'm ready to forgive.