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You're always one step ahead of me Never gone even when you leave Bang my head against the wall Never thought I'd need to compete Against you for the confidence Of people you will never meet They're only worried 'cause they love me Sometimes I scare myself as well They say I'll get sick if I stay here It's pretty chilly down in Hell I've got a Christ complex for the ages I would kill myself to be a guardian angel I got pretty close when I got pretty close to you I know my record isn't clean Painted them a you I wanted you to be But fantasies are commonplace for girls of nineteen Now my best friend doesn't believe me Now my best friend doesn't believe me Well I mean who'd expect a whole mind and body wrecked By a man who never deigned to lay a finger yet On his silly little side-project Nothing written, nothing seen, robbed of my vocabulary Left unable to explain You walked away with your hands clean They're only worried 'cause they love me Sometimes I scare myself as well They beg me not to stay here Watch me turn into a shell I've got a Christ complex for the ages I would kill myself to be a guardian angel I got pretty close when I got pretty close to you I know my record isn't clean Painted them a you I wanted you to be But fantasies are commonplace for girls of nineteen Now my best friend doesn't believe me Now my best friend doesn't believe me You said my worst flaw is that I'm an optimist Destined forever to be disappointed No antidote for my sickness A clever girl innocence makes witless Maybe you're right I thought there was good in you Maybe you're right I've never been more disgusted with the truth You made me speak a language No one else could speak You gave me a heartache Nobody understands but me No one believes me 'Cause you make me sound insane I've learned I'm not the first But I'll never know their names I'm not lying I'm not I'm not lying I wish I was lying I wish I was lying I've got a Christ complex for the ages I would kill myself to be a guardian angel I got pretty close when I got pretty close To you to you to you And I know my record's far from clean Painted them a you I believed you to be You'll tell them that it's all in my head They'll accept it with no protest You told me fantasies for kids are commonplace But time to grow up I'm 23 After all My best friend doesn't believe me After all My best friend doesn't believe me After all My best friend doesn't believe me Sometimes I don't believe me