Staring At The Ceiling

Please allow me to bring you up to speed
 Oh man, it's amazing how you don't see
 You'd still complain if the rope on your noose was frayed
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 Please forgive me for coming off as rude
 I didn't mean to come clean with such an attitude
 But it's original sinning to sing somebody else's tunes
 And try to say they're yours
 For all we've ignored
 You act so bored
 And talk in circles
 As we wax pathetic in a round til the sun goes down
 And disagree on your delusions of successful sound
 For where you stand, you're much too proud
 So you're staring at the ceiling
 While I'm staring at a coffee table full of stalemates and click tracks
 I'm just one more friend that you sent back
 That you sent back
 While I sat back
 While I sat back