what's so wrong with making you feel bad
trying to make you feel bad
why won't cha love me
you can't bare it
I'm sorry
I stumble way under the high ground
I trip up the stairs
my eyes half open
but in the dark I'm
spiteful, shamefully sour and still
love you
please let me let him go
I know I'll feel a lot better
singing alone
laaaa laaaa laaaa
laaaaa laaaa laaaa aaa
laaaa laaaa ahhhh