2:47 AM

You’ve done with me what you please
So what’s left for me?
You’re my disease
You’re the good and the bad and the downright dirty
You should be restrained, but I bet
You’d enjoy that too
You control my every move
Well, not actually
I just do it for you
But you come and you go like you’re here for show
And you leave me in the dirt
With nowhere to go
And I don’t like the taste of freedom
I don’t know what to do
When it’s not me and you
I don’t know the whats, the wheres, or the whys
And they ask my why I’m always alone
It’s 'cos I want to be
Or maybe I don’t
Sometimes, I sit and wait for my heart to stop
Some days, I lie in bed 'cos I can’t get up
And it’s all because you’re not fucking here
It all makes sense 'cos I don’t wanna be here either
And I don’t like the taste of freedom
I don’t know what to do
When it’s not me and you
I don’t know the whats, the wheres, or the whys
I was never good at saying my goodbyes
I don’t know the whats, the wheres, or the whys
I said I was never good at saying my goodbyes
I don’t know the whats, the wheres, or the whys