I guess the rumors are true
Nice girls finish last
Cuz when it comes to you
I get the burner in the back
She's perfect as plastic and unproblematic
She's carefree in a classy way
I'm overdramatic, insane in italic
A certified basket-case
(I wanna be just like her someday)
Sitting on the sidelines waiting on the day
I hear you calling out and it's not her name
I think that this one's gonna hurt
Knowing what you prefer
Between me, you, and her
You always put me third
I'm losing my patience
I don't care if good things take time
Cuz this doesn't make sense
She's taking my place in your mind
She thinks that you're pretty
But I've read your poetry
Tucked in between the lines (it wasn't hard to find)
You crave something deeper
So why do you keep her
When I've been here this whole fucking time
Sitting on the sidelines waiting on the day
I hear you calling out and it's not her name
I can't help wondering what's missing
Tell me, what's the difference
Hanging on your words
I'll shut up and listen
I know that this one's gonna hurt
Knowing what you prefer
Between me, you, and her
You always put me third
Put me third
Ohhh
Comparison's the thief of joy
But Jesus Christ, I need that boy
She doesn't know you like I do
You like me, I love you
Comparison's the thief of joy
But Jesus Christ, I need that boy
She doesn't know you like I do
You like me, I love you
Sitting on the sidelines waiting on the day
I hear you calling out and it's not her name
I can't help wondering what's missing
Tell me, what's the difference
Hanging on your words
I'll shut up and listen
I know that this one's gonna hurt
Knowing what you prefer
Between me, you, and her
You always put me third