| Am I getting better?
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| Am I just getting better at acting?
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| I think you’ve got me figured out,
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| with your tongue inside my mouth.
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| I’m an asshole.
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| Am I getting better?
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| Am I just getting better at drinking?
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| And kissing every girl I meet,
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| in hopes to build my self esteem.
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| I’m a taker.
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| It’s not the right time.
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| It’s not a good idea.
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| Well, maybe I’m pretty biased.
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| But, that doesn’t seem fair to me.
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| But, I lust after her,
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| and she’s in love with me.
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| Well, this is fucking out of control,
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| man seriously.
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| Do you really think you’ll be better off alone?
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| Yeah, you’re the one to talk,
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| never knowing what you want.
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| And it just takes a toll on my heart, girl. |
| Honestly.
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| For just this once, could you be straight up with me?
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| And if you knew me half as well as you think you do.
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| I wouldn’t waste all my time convincing you:
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| «I'm not who you think I am.»
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| I probably don’t give a damn about your band, man.
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| I hope you understand,
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| that I’m rotten to the core.
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| A selfish attention whore.
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| Don’t expect optimism,
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| I left it at the door.
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| And there’s a thousand nights like tonight.
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| You look me in the eyes,
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| it eats away at me.
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| I’m running out of air to breathe.
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| And you’re pretty good for me,
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| I’m all that you want and need.
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| But, I won’t kiss you unless someone else is ignoring me.
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| It’s fucked up. |