In this tug of war, you'll always win ,even when I'm right
'cause you feed me fables from your hand
with violent words and empty threats
and it's sick that all these battles
are what keeps me satisfied
baby, without you I'm nothing , I'm so lost , hug me
tell me how ugly I am , but that you'll always love me
then after that , shove me in the aftermath of
the destructive path that we're on
two psychopaths but we know that no matter how many
knives we put in each other's backs, that we’ll have each other’s backs
- 'cause we're that lucky .
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