Maligner

trying hard to comprehend as it paints the pictures in my head, once the heartache stops the headache just gets worse. Because I, I know your face and the and these images won't fade. The thought of you is trapped inside my brain.

And there it will fester inside my head til it becomes a mental illness. Then I just toss in turn in my self-medicated state and overthink myself to sleep.

This is for all the times I never made it right, and all the times I said the couch is where I'm sleeping tonight. I know that I'm to blame, but I don't think that I could ever really change for you, and love is not enough to ever make you want to stay. I'm Sick of having this conversation. I'm tired of having to explain myself to you.

I swear that I'll be just fine if I just let go and move on from this
I'm sure you'll disagree and have your doubts in me, but who the fuck are you? Yeah, you just wait and see.

So go with that and somewhere down the road when you're eating your own words. I'll just laugh and say, I'll just laugh and say that I told you so.

I'm not as perfect as you once thought I was, but thats okay cuz you were fucked up when I met you, yeah we were toxic from the start

But how could you hate me when I have so much love for you?
But I guess you don't always get what you give and I gave it all to you.
You lied and lied and then you lied some more
But in the end I hope you find what you've been searching for
(Searching for all along)

This is for all the times I never made it right, and all the times I said the couch is where I'm sleeping tonight. I know that I'm to blame, but I don't think that I could ever really change for you, and love is not enough to ever make you want to stay. I'm sick of having this conversation. I'm tired of having to explain myself to you.

I have this problem where I can't sleep because I think too much, but in reality, I'm just thinking about you.
(do you think I'm crazy, or could it be I'm crazy for you?)
I have this problem where I can't sleep because I think too much, but in reality, I'm just thinking about you.
(do you think I'm crazy, or could it be I'm crazy for you?)

This is for all the times I never made it right, and all the times I said the couch is where I'm sleeping tonight. I know that I'm to blame, but I don't think that I could ever really change for you, and love is not enough to ever make you want to stay. I'm sick of having this conversation. I'm tired of having this conversation with you.