Pen to the paper. I switch to the villain.
Time for me to blame myself,
Shame myself for dwelling.
Time for me to blame myself,
Shame myself for dwelling.

I'll claim responsibility. I'll take the credit.
I'll eat up all the accounting of, all of your bad habits.
Eat up all the accounting of, all of your bad habits.

I want to hate you.
I want you gone.
Still I can't get enough.
You are where I belong.

I can't help but believe, you fucking hurt me, cuz I need to bleed.
I can't help but love you. I always will.
You cut me to the core and I swallow that pill.

I'll claim it was me and you,
We're the perfect fit; the fucked up two.
I'll claim it was me and you,
We're the perfect fit; the fucked up two.

Hurt me and mend my wounds.
Poke my tender core. Help my art come through.
Hurt me and then mend my wounds.
Poke my tender core. Help my art come through.

I'll claim it was me and you,
We're the perfect fit; the fucked up two.
I'll claim it was me and you,
We're the perfect fit; the fucked two.

Pen to the paper. I switch to the villain.
Time for me to blame myself, Shame myself for dwelling.
Time for me to blame myself, Shame myself for dwelling.

I want to hate you.
I want you gone.
Still I can't get enough.
You are where I belong.

Hurt me and mend my wounds.
Poke my tender core. Help my art come through.
Hurt me and then mend my wounds.
Poke my tender core. Help my art come through.