I can't look at you

Seaport in the summer The waiter pours me wine You compliment my sweater I think I got that shit online You told me that you're sober But get high with your friends You said that you were younger, and substance pulled you under I should've known how this would end Well, it's alright if you lie to me And I don't see through Why would I assume That you'd play me for a fucking fool? I'm not in the mood Now I can't look at you Somehow I can't remember If you're even alive Thank God we're not together And nobody asks if you're alright I let friends go, I made enemies But never like this, now you're dead to me I blocked your cellphone and your handle I think it's over, I think you're cancelled Your dad called me when we last spoke He asked about you, that's a bad joke I should've left you a little sooner Now that's humor When you say that it's alright if you lie to me And I don't see through Why would I assume That you'd play me for a fucking fool? I'm not in the mood Now I can't look at you