Plastic Fancy Pants

I lay awake at night knowing something isn't right
Between me and you but I don't know what to do
Could always call you on the phone, but I wanna be alone
I know it might sound bad but I'm tired of what we have
The conversations aren't the same, don't like it when you use that name
Kind of wish we could be friends, but still keep the benefits

Go our separate ways
But you'd still sleep at my place

It might be hard at first, but we've already had the worst
No more checking up, won't feel bad when I hook up
You could see another guy, I wouldn't have to hear you cry
You wouldn't have to kick my ass when I hit on girls from class
And every time I feel like shit, I could call you for a lift
No matter what was said , we were at our best in bed