 Why do I come back to you like I don't like you in real life? I'm addicted to the way you hurt, the way you contradict me I swear everything look worse at night, I think I'm overthinking I don't care who I might hurt along the way I'm f***ing sinking into every word I don't care if you're lying when I'm drinking So tell me pretty lies, love me in my face Tell me that you love me, even if it's fake And you can leave me on and leave these questions in my sheets I'm under it, I made my bed and I'm still wondering