Is He Really Coming Over?

There isn't anyone here
You'd like to call your friend
But if you want to come over
By all means, come pretend

We are just your audience
And I was just your girl
And we are just the people
Around your finger you like to curl

You expect us to adore you
When you walk through the door
I'd like to call this battle off
But, my friend, this is war

Each time I see you
It's a slap across the face
But I don't own this party
And I don't own this space

So come if you want
But don't expect much from me
This is the mess you made
We're still cleaning your debris