Today I thought about it all
And I think that you owe me a "Sorry"
Cough it up, yeah, make it count
I hope you feel so lost without me
All these thoughts, they boil up
I
There
And I must be out of my mind
Fall for it every time
And I will (I will) until I die (until I die)
I find solace in yearning for you now
And I mistake lust for passion
And I ride for pain
And I
I try to stay
I
I can
I call your bluff, you
You used me up, don
And I
I use them all to distract me
The show that you
Is old and tired, you
And I must be out of my mind
Fall for it every time
And I will (I will) until I die (until I die)
I find solace in yearning for you now
And I mistake lust for passion
And I ride for pain
And I
I try to stay
I
You
So you take it out on me instead
But I don
I
And then bleeding out for an audience