[Verse 1]

Why do I have to be that friend?

That friend that you come to for comfort when it ends

It's like an anvil pressed against my head

Pressure adding slowly but I'll never be dead

Instead, I'll torture myself

I need to move away, but I don't like the distance

I thought I've gotten over it

But I get pulled back in, and I hope for the best

[Chorus]

The subject matter at hand

Is making me feel like less of a man

I know there's not a chance in hell

I know I can't plеase you, I'm not good enough to stand

[Verse 2]

Why do I have to bе that guy?

Who makes the wrong decisions, and asks himself why

Why am I in pain?

And use my looks as a crutch for other's disdain

I feel like a stain, a speckle on the pavement that gets washed by the rain

I don't know why I feel this way

But no-one's told me otherwise, so what else should I think?

[Chorus]

The subject matter at hand

Is making me feel like less of a man

I know there's not a chance in hell

I know I can't please you, I'm not good enough to stand

[Outro]

I guess I'm just that friend

Who's a bit too understanding

Never seen as more than a friend

At least I have that much

I've got something to be proud of