Suitcases

Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them They keep their drama in their suitcases Every story has two sides And every person has two faces Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them Look I got a circle of friends that over the years I think their triangles made 'em turn into squares And I swear I thought that I was gossip-proof But these people rattle off their opinions like it's the gospel truth Wait, you're telling me that I'm a bad friend And I was such a down to Earth person back then? Reverse smiles Perverse styles I don't call you for a month or two and you act like I killed your first child So where you been then? I broke a girl's heart, nearly killed her Smoked that whole relationship to the filter You're talkin' out of pocket when you told me that I've changed It doesn't make sense to me, I'm not made out of silver See I thought breakin' up was bad Until I told a little girl that I can't be her step dad So if my heart break ain't a good enough reason Give my friendship back to me Here's a refund, 'cause we done. Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them They keep their drama in their suitcases Every story has two sides And every person has two faces Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them Replace them If you invite a homeless man to sleep in your dog house, should he be thankful, or should he be offended? You tell me that I crossed the proverbial line Well you've bent it, and your footprints are further than mine This new distance is strange You're mad at me 'cause I was mad at you for acting like I went and pissed on your flames I sensed That you were so incensed 'Cause I was not convinced That you're the royal prince of the game (It's really lame) I wince when I think about the old you Now you talk to me like I'm privileged to know you What the fuck is that man? Your ego's gonna poke through your trucker hat Here's my receipt, I want my money back In fact! I'll take something of equal or lesser value Fuck the little circle of people you keep around you That feed you grapes like you're a prophet of the sky Hopefully you'll autograph my coffin when I die Yeah Death black mourning The compost cakes up in your water-logged eyes and your snot-nosed face And you're heatin' your apartment with the oven and the stove But the bills are so G'd that they're almost H And you sit and reminisce about how great the old songs were Kids on the blogs you relate with no longer You just see bliss like "Give me some of that" It's a lie though, get your money back I'd tell you the truth but I don't wanna upset you friend I'd tell you "Go to hell" but Satan wouldn't let you in He'd say that you're an evil man amongst evil men And when you need a friend you can seek him then You don't put your money where your mouth is, no You put your money to your nose and do a little blow And you don't live hand-to-mouth You live foot-to-mouth With your foot in your mouth Create apologies and push 'em out Yeah (Get out) Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them They keep their drama in their suitcases Every story has two sides And every person has two faces Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them You can replace them