I want to be what you perceive As the god of gods Not just plan B It makes it real hard To look in your eyes Especially when I see him on the other side But I want to be there for you As a friend, un-bias But that’s hard to do when I can’t stop crying I tell you its ok, I don’t mind Which I guess I don’t But I’m still not fine Its not who he is that hurts me so Just that he is sitting on my throne Fuck it, I’ll just sit here and smoke a bowl