You said you didn't want me (but you do)
It's kinda like a comedy
Well first you kiss me
Then you say we're through
I say you got some issues yeah you do
Some things you gotta work through (you really do)
It's sorta like a talk show, no wait a freak show
When the freak is you
kertosäe:
I'm the smoke from your fire
I'm that lie you can trust
I'm the chord on your guitar
I'm that girl you can't shut up
I'm that blood you might need
I'm your car when you speed
In that cigarette you breathe
You can't get rid of me
You said I wasn't funny (but you laughed)
You said I couldn't drive fast (then you crashed)
Funny how it works out
With your big mouth
You'll always get it back
You thought you had me worked out (you're not deep)
Mr. I screw about (you're still a creep)
At best you could've confessed
That you're a big mess
And that you're so damn weak
kertosäe
But still, I try and justify
Try to let this die
We'll never say goodbye I can't wait
I'll rub it in your face
Dressed in pretty lace
I'll send you home, to cry.
