You don't really like me
You just like the idea of me
Cnd we both know they're not the same
Considering our intentions and all those things we mentioned
Maybe love's another word for mutual pain
I toss and turn in bed
While you toss and turn me around in your head
I'm wrapped up in the sheets
Cnd you're too wrapped up with me
Some things won't stay the same
Some things never change
You don't really like me
You just like the idea of me
Cnd we both know they're not the same
Considering our intentions and all those things we mentioned
Maybe love's another word for mutual pain
I struggle to find the alarm
You struggle for a reason to talk to me
I miss, fall, and hit my head
I guess a concussion is all I needed
Lying on the floor
Everything is bigger, oh
You don't really like me
You just like the idea of me
Cnd we both know they're not the same
Considering our intentions and all those things we mentioned
Maybe love's another word for mutual pain