These Days

They tell me constantly how bad you are for me,
Your toxicity harms my peace of mind
And they all seem to know what's best these days.
They tell me to put down my phone and turn away,
How nothing good will come of this
And they all seem to see something I don't these days.
They tell me I'm okay in walking away from this,
That all you do is take and take some more
And they insist they know what's best for me these days.
They tell me all this shit, you see but none of them know
You and I have this bond of the soul...
And they can say what they want these days...
But this, this needs to come to light,
I need them to back the hell off...
Because these days all that they know...
Is what I tell them
And... nothing more.