Every tantrum looks the same

I do my best to block it out

But when you’re screaming my name it's hard not to adore the sound

Plus I've got a taste for pain from having you around the house

Or is that just my faulty brain telling me I'm not allowed

To clean you out?

I try to always be myself

But I don't think I do that very well

And you say I haven't been myself

And that's true but I really don't need your help

I've got a taste for pain

And I'd do it all again

How can you look so relaxed?

Can you teach me to be just like that?

'Cause I've got a taste for pain and I'm sure I'd do it all again

And I could just take the blame but I'm not sure that would feel the same

And you try to ignore what's done and then tell me I'm the only one

And your threats to cut my tongue means I cry whenever I'm having fun

How could you look so serene?

Thought you'd been dying inside just like me?

And every weekend looks the same I do my best to change it up

But there's only so much you can take if you cry when you're having fun

Plus I've got no one to hate you were the very last one, one

And I've already saved the date for when I learn to hold my tongue

Before I say something dumb