You and I never agree
I'm right where I wanna be
Even when it's killing me
And nothing gets done
It's bland enough to strip you of your senses
But it's a privilege just to be in your presence
We both know I'm not your man
But you look at me like I am

You know I used to look forward to
All the strange things that we'd do
But now it makes me sad
When I see you've come back
Using shotguns like Oscar bait
The things that I'd do if I had you alone

And I was probably five when I felt it the first time
I don't even have a reason why
I guess it's innate
And you are all my reasons
'Cause I need something to believe in
Or just something to hate
And you say: