| I should have left you
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| The moment I saw that stupid smile
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| I’m deluded to stay, dress rolled up by my waist
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| But you had me at ‘goodbye'
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| We got nothing in common
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| Except all our problems and pain
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| And I hate all your friends and the knife that you twist
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| When you say you always win
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| I hate you every time I fuck you
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| But I close the door
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| 'Cause I’m young and insecure
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| I loved you, what am I supposed to do?
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| It’s all we’re good for
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| While we’re young and insecure
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| I don’t even know you
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| You don’t know me when I’m not high
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| Boy, you’re only as good as the hole in my skirt
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| And the bruises on my thigh
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| Walking in circles
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| 'Til I wear out my living room rug
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| Carpet burns on my elbows, the marks on your neck
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| They the trophies of our love
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| I hate you every time I fuck you
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| But I close the door
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| 'Cause I’m young and insecure
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| I loved you, what am I supposed to do?
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| It’s all we’re good for
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| While we’re young and insecure
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| Will you love me tomorrow?
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| When I’m screaming down your hall
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| And it’s past 3 am and you’re with her again
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| And I’m punching through your door
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| 'Cause you never listen, and I never learn
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| So blow out your matches
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| There’s no point in candles if our fire never burns
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| I hate you every time I fuck you
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| But I close the door
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| 'Cause I’m young and insecure
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| I loved you, what am I supposed to do?
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| It’s all we’re good for
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| While we’re young and insecure |