I never slam the door these days then again, I'm never here. And you know where to find me with my oldest friend I hold so dear. Who named the days? Who named this mess? I don't care what she says; I need to get out less. Me and him go back a long way and his advice has always been s****. But he knows how to make me laugh, I've never bothered if he's right. Who named the days? Who named this mess? I don't care what she says, I need to get out less. But sometimes when I'm with him I just stop being me. And he knows, on my own, I could never be the man he's always wanted me to be. He makes me treat girls like s***. He makes me lie to them and use them. I think he loves to watch me playing games and he loves to watch me lose them.