Who taught you how to do drugs, probably your father Who gave you issues so you bug and people call you awkward Not me, reserved feelings run deep Never to be a part, so to some it's just a mystery If it's not love then I'm soaking in my misery Little things help, like holding hands and kissing cheeks But you'll get sick of me just like I'm fucking sick of you There's no one in this world, who I guess I feel relation too I keep to myself now, more reserved Towards you I feel resentment, no embrace inside your words To me you feel the same, embrace comes by your nexus Then I'll do the same and pretend it's not your sex I'll stumble round the topic when I see mutual friends I'll tell them I'm all good and I wish you all the best But inside I hope you died and this shit gets put to rest When I see you round town I look at the ground, and hide inside my head Heaven knows I'm miserable Empty, like when I used to kiss you I don't miss us but I know there's no convincing you Cause you think you know what love is and it makes us look so typical
[Hook x2] When I'm around you I feel a certain rush I used to fuck with death and get the shakes when I didn't feel her touch Nowadays I'm not around you much But when I think about you, I feel my skull crush