i’m always riding shotgun in your roommates car
i’m always crying because all of my favorite songs are ours
he’s in the backseat and you’re always driving

you won’t even bum
one cig or a stick of gum
so you can’t owe me anything of yours
we both know i’m not the one

my food stuck to the paper
like i stuck to your side
you paid my way but
you wouldn’t stay i tried i tried i tried

once you cracked two eggs into the same pan
sometimes i think i’m still your biggest fan
i didn’t like onions until you caramelized them for me
i can’t do anything without thinking of you it’s so embarrassing

if i say i’m eating for two i mean cold leftovers of me and you
whether the glass is empty or full it’s still only half
and i’ll always gladly take the scraps