you can tell me i'm an asshole.

you don't need my permission
but i figured an invitation
wouldn't hurt.

and if anyone is qualified to say so,
it's you
'cause you see and know
all the things you never wanted to bear witness to
but you still answer the phone when i call
and you still invite me to your house to watch the lakers game
and you still don't ask me for the money i owe you
even though you know i can finally pay it back.

and i don't understand why

i'm probably not supposed to

i ought to just be thankful that you've stuck around
and i really ought to ask you to stay a little longer

'cause i'm gonna need someone
who won't call me an asshole
no matter how much of one i am.