I Really F**ked It Up

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-ooh-ooh I know that I really fucked it up this time I promise it will be the last time That I do all the things that I said that I wouldn't do last night Then I lose my shit, and I slam the door And I ask myself, "What did I do that for?" I'm the damaged type but it's no excuse For all of my hurt that I'm living, I'm giving to you-u-u I swear I'm not terrible (I swear I'm not terrible) I just get emotional (I just get emotional) I end up feeling sorry for myself 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-ooh-ooh I know that I really fucked it up this time Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh I know that I really fucked it up this time