Sorry if I didn't change that much
I didn't dispel your doubts about how weak I am
I'm reprehensible, yes, 'cause I still remember when I said
«I want you to know that I won't put pressure on you, fuckface,
want to know why? Because I acted like you heaps of times before...
heaps of times before»

Wicked!

We all know you failed me on your life
guess it depends on the fact I talk way too much
I have flaws and thoughts I ain't strong enough to get rid of
paranoia slashes my head, got dreads I can't control

So I complain about ‘em and pray they'll vanish
try my best to banish them in a place where
quicksand can gulp them, understand?
I didn't mean to offend, I just need to mend my cuts
sorry I've got a brand new fear every twenty seconds, fuck
I reckon it's easy to get tired of me

Sorry If I didn't change that much, I'm the same
I didn't dispel your doubts about how weak I am
I'm reprehensible, I see, I called a person a fuckface,
deeply knowing I'm just like him

I’m just like him

I won’t leave you, and you won’t leave me

We all know my mistakes outgrow me
won't stop punching my face when I miss your embrace
Way too easy for you to forget me, you don’t see me anymore
don’t even give me the chance to haunt you the right way
You know? I'm proud to be a fuckface,
jaundice makes me a psycho, too
at least it's my neck I strangle
Yeah, I act angry, but I'm really really happy
you sleep with someone else,
even though it doesn't seem like that

What up, girl?

One more time.

Got booed on stage, want me to change style?
Mind if i slit your throat with a bass string and laugh?
I hit my father, I behave like I'm insane,
that's probably caused by the fact you wanted a child from me

So sorry If I didn't change that much, I'm the same
sorry if I can't forget the smell between your legs
got no advice for you, new fuckface, but if you
hear something about cystic fibrosis, run the fuck away

People say this can't last
We both know a word for this

I hope you're feeling this
I hope these chords slash your ears while you're fucking her
I hope she's hearing me
I know you'll be the one being left this time
I hope you're feeling this
I hope this kick drum makes your chest collapse
I hope you’re hearing me:
now it's your turn to fucking suffer

Paranoia hurts, right?
Paranoia hurts, right?
Paranoia hurts, guess you'll understand I'm not weak, I'm just human

I want you to know that I won't put pressure on you, fuckface,
want to know why? Because I acted like you heaps of times before...
heaps of times before

Did you know I'm wrong again?
I'm wrong again.
Did you know I'm wrong again?
Otherwise why’d I still be here
writing another song about you?
Shit.
Holy shit.
Shit.