Are you kidding me? Because you've got to be joking On a night like tonight especially. I sense distaste, But I was never great at reading your face. I'm not a fucking trophy, But to you I might as well have been. We're outside of an awkward Christmas party, Two separate shades of parting. Say you're kidding me, Except I don't think you're joking, And neither of us are laughing. How did I end up bedside Wondering what you meant by "the end?" Now you've seen That I'm not exactly the person you wanted me to be, So put it on my shoulders.