Verse 1

Nowadays, I let my phone ring,

You're trying to tell me something,

More lies, I presume,

But I can't hear you

Over the sound of your heart-beat

Screaming out her name, I'm six feet

And six months under.

You've made a blunder.

Chorus

Now we can't be friends, friends don't feel the kind of rage that I do.

So, you try to fix it, and you send over your clean-up crew.

And they try hard to talk me out of my good sense,

You can't even pick up your own mess, how decent!

Well, we can't be friends.

Verse 2

Nowadays, your status updates

Are full of her, love and regrets.

She never sees them.

But I do, and "lame"

Is what I know she would have said.

You don't know the thoughts in the head

Of the girl you love.

But I do, enough.

Chorus

Now we can't be friends, friends don't feel the kind of rage that I do.

So, you try to fix it, and you send over your clean-up crew.

And they try hard to talk me out of my good sense,

You can't even pick up your own mess, how decent!

Well, we can't be friends.

Bridge

You try to reach out for me,

From across the miles of broken hopes between us two.

Now it's pointless, can't you see?

You're a good predator, but now I'm immune to you.

Now we can't be friends, friends don't hurt each other the way you do.

Chorus

Now we can't be friends, friends don't feel the kind of rage that I do.

So, you try to fix it, and you send over your clean-up crew.

And they try hard to talk me out of my good sense,

You can't even pick up your own mess, how decent!

Well, we can't be friends.

No, we can't be friends.