Mean

I wanna feel the rush of adrenaline

Let it rip me from seam to seam

You don't have to be such a gentleman

You know I love it til it makes me mean

You rest your head in the crook of my neck

No I never expect to feel pretty

I'll watch you try, try to wash me clean

You can do it til it makes me mean

Til it makes me mean

I'm bitter just to feel better

Rip the stitching out your sweater

Only good thing I got I'll sever

Til it makes me mean

Til it makes me mean

I wanna feel pretty

I wanna feel smart

I wanna tell you things that fuckin tear me apart

But instead I'll tell you nothing

And drive you away

As I sit here crying

Wishing you had stayed

But It's not your fault

No it's not your fault

One day I'll get there

It's not your fault