Option B: An Original Song On Toxic Peer Relationships

Verse 1

Awake all night

Fake and not right

Why can't I stop these gears?

I took a bite

Now my lips are white

The poison apple sneers

Pre-Chorus

They lie, they lie, they lie, lie

They shouldn't've even tried

They lie, they lie, they lie, lie

They lie, they lie, they lie, lie

Moving their mouth all the time, time

They lie, they lie, they lie, lie

Chorus

'Cause they're looking for the one

But the one is not me

'Cause I'm always gonna be

Be their Option B

Yeah they're looking for the one

But the one is not me

'Cause I'm always gonna be

Be their Option B

And I keep saying, "Whatever, whatever,"

But I know they don't really mean forever

Yeah they're looking for the one

But the one is not me

'Cause I'm always gonna be

Be their Option B

Verse 2

They promised me life

But I got a knife

It's great to be the fourth wheel

They're high in the sky

My thoughts? I deny

I don't got a heart of steel

Pre-Chorus

They lie, they lie, they lie, lie

They shouldn't've even tried

They lie, they lie, they lie, lie

They lie, they lie, they lie, lie

Moving their mouth all the time, time

They lie, they lie, they lie, lie

Chorus

'Cause they're looking for the one

But the one is not me

'Cause I'm always gonna be

Be their Option B

Yeah they're looking for the one

But the one is not me

'Cause I'm always gonna be

Be their Option B

And I keep saying, "Whatever, whatever,"

But I know they don't really mean forever

Yeah they're looking for the one

But the one is not me

'Cause I'm always gonna be

Be their Option B

Bridge

'Cause they're looking for the–

Yeah, they're looking for the–

I keep saying, "Whatever, whatever,"

But I know they don't really mean forever

Yeah, they're looking for the one

But the one is not me

'Cause I'm always gonna be–

Chorus

'Cause they're looking for the one

But the one is not me

'Cause I'm always gonna be

Be their Option B

Yeah they're looking for the one

But the one is not me

'Cause I'm always gonna be

Be their Option B

And I keep saying, "Whatever, whatever,"

But I know they don't really mean forever

Yeah they're looking for the one

But the one is not me

'Cause I'm always gonna be

Be their Option B

I wrote this song for the reason anyone writes a song:

it needed to be said.

Never felt lonelier than when I was part of that friendship quartet.

The wishing, the longing, the aching—

all the cliché teenage dreaming.

My identity got swallowed by the person I thought they needed me to be.

And still, in the end, they left—

seeing me as the bad guy in the story.

Listening to Avril Lavigne, I don’t miss being 16 or 17.

I remember how cruel those kids could be–

how cruel I was expected to be to myself.

And when my attachment style surfaced,

it wasn’t met with care or curiosity—

but paranoia and repulsion.

I was just a kid who wanted to be loved,

wanted to be needed,

didn’t want to be used—

just to be seen, to be felt, to be cared for.

In celebration of being tired of being punished,

I dance to the thought:

They're now never going to be my Option B.

It’s strange, growing up.

I don’t bat an eye at the people

I thought I’d have to please for the rest of my life.