I can t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it s a still night in my wind pipe
I can t breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it s like I m in flight
High off the law, drunk from my hate,
It s like I m huffing paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I m about to drown, she resuscitates me
She fucking hates me and I love it.
Wait! Where you going? I m leaving you
No you ain t. Come back we re running right back.
Here we go again
It s so insane cus when its going good its going great.
I m superman with the wind at his back
Shes Louis Lane but when its bad its awful, I feel so ashamed I snap
Whos that dude? I don t even know his name
I laid hands on him, I ll never stoop so low again
I guess I don t know my own strength
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that s alright