Why am I like this?
Why am I like this?
I got two left feet and I blame it on you
I find the dynamite, and I make us go boom-boom-boom
And I don′t wanna be like this
I'm tryna talk to my therapist
In truth, I know it′s me, and all my issues
I hate when I come home, and I put them on you-u-u
I swear I'm not terrible
I just get emotional
I end up saying sorry every time
I wanna cause a scene just to feel alive
Maybe I'm only mean ′cause I know you′re mine
And I hate myself for making you cry
I know that I really fucked it up this time
Hurricane blowing through your town
I know it's hard for you just to stick around
And I hate myself for making you cry
I know that I really fucked it up this time
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh...