Stockholm Syndrome

Oh, say it ain't so if you really want to But the ire in your eyes, it says otherwise My Tasmanian tongue twirls At the unconvinced Girl But her mind has been made The bricks are laid She waits And she waits Just hoping I'll take the bait, I guess I'm in season I wait And I wait Hoping for a stalemate, in spite of high treason Stockholm Syndrome Where did I Go wrong She's a leech on a leash I just can't shake her off And with each sip she takes I'll just justify the loss I'd swear the time before the last was the last straw Now all that's left is the needle And blood to draw She waits And she waits Just hoping I'll take the bait, I guess I'm in season I wait And I wait Hoping for a stalemate, in spite of high treason Stockholm Syndrome Where did I Go wrong