| I’m too proud to try and let it go
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| And I’m in a vibe to run away from truth
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| But you’ve always haunted me in stereo
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| I turn the dial, but all I hear is you
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| And the worst part of it is
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| How I know that you don’t give a shit
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| All the while, I’m so fucked up that it
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| Even feels like I still miss you sometimes
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| I know it’s mad to sabotage the love I finally found
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| Every sense of mine still wants what’s buried in the ground
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| Oh I know I’m mad to sabotage the love I finally found
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| Still my mind brings back to life the past to poison now
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| Yes, it’s possible to miss the pain
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| I’m still comparing every one to you
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| I’m a hostage of an old embrace
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| And, fuck, I hate that you have been my muse
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| And the worst part of it is
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| How I know that you don’t give a shit
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| All the while, I’m so fucked up that it
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| Even feels like I still love you sometimes
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| I know it’s mad to sabotage the love I finally found
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| Every sense of mine still wants what’s buried in the ground
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| Oh I know I’m mad to sabotage the love I finally found
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| Still my mind brings back to life the past to poison now
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| I know it’s mad to sabotage the love I finally found
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| Every sense of mine still wants what’s buried in the ground
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| Oh I know I’m mad to sabotage the love I finally found
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| Still my mind brings back to life the past to poison now |