Lately the tension's rising; this love is not ok.
Girl, honestly, I think we're both to blame.
What if I let you write this, what if you had your way.
I bet you'd sell me out, I'd hear you say:
He isn't trustworthy.
He thinks he's always right.
He points out everything that I do wrong.
He doesn't know how to apologize.
And I saw the night fall on you limb by limb.

If I'm to understand you, if I am to relate, I'll listen to you and commiserate.
These are the questions' answers, this is my life on tape:
My thoughts get magnified through time and space.
I know this anger will turn into deep regret. I
tell me over and over but I don't seem to be able to stop this time.