The Formation of a Headache and All That Goes With It

She spoke to him softly and twisted his emotions,
and before long, she'd earned all his devotion.
I heard about their relationship grow from the start,
from public displays to making out in the dark.

Meanwhile, he spent his time talking to me
Telling me about her and the way they would be
"Together forever, I can't love anyone the same,
I just love the way she whispers my name."

They fucked for the first time when she was drunk,
later she told me how low she had sunk.
My two best friends screwing around all the time
and then coming me when they needed to whine.

I'd sit on the sidelines and play "Switzerland",
try to be neutral and kindly understand.
As if I cared that she called him a son of a bitch,
or that he yelled and called her a manipulative witch.

I'd hate her for loving him more than herself,
and I'd call him a fag for only trusting myself.
They thought my advice was given with care.
Towards my blind anger, they were unaware.

They both were dumb when it came to first love,
she'd complain about him, while he watched from above.
Then it was his turn to tell me what she lacked,
I felt like a goddamn shrink while they yakked.

She finally decided that it was too much and she left,
while he sat around and fucked any girls that he met.
From time to time, I talk to them still,
although I kinda miss all that anger and thrill.