It’s Over Anakin, I Have The High Ground Curly (eng.)

We used to walk
Back and forth to each other's house
Summer of 2011, just teenage boys in mischief
We wrote shitty pop-punk songs and talked about girls 'til
The late AM, I just don't get it man

And I had your back, I hate that I believed that you had mine too
Even my birthday, Abbie had to force you just to come through
And when you showed up in, your own reluctance
You ignored my eyesight, coward your way out
Just talk to me!

Are you happy now?
Have you found your ground?
Are you satisfied?
Yeah, you think you're wise, but
Everyone knows that you're lying
Behind a mask, with your own writing

(don't come at me with your third eye pleas)
I had faith in you, you had spite in me
I threw you a bone, you threw me your stone
Bet you're so woke now, nowhere to be found
Bet you're so woke now