I think I need a therapist

Can’t keep writing songs like this

They don’t come close to you

Took your sins and love them like my own

Screaming matches burning down our home

And we can’t go back now

And if I’m being honest

Always knew that it would end like this

Too many broken pieces

And it’s past the point of being fixed

If these walls could talk

They would bury us

In the lies and deceit that we call love

But if I’m being honest

I would probably do it all again

It’s too late we’re tired and bored

Caught you stealing glances at the ones that came before

And I can’t forget the past

It’s hard to admit through the pain

Tried to fill the void you left

But nothing feels the same

And we can’t go back now

And if I’m being honest

Always knew that it would end like this

Too many broken pieces

And it’s past the point of being fixed

If these walls could talk

They would bury us in the lies and deceit that we call love

But if I’m being honest I would probably do it all again

I’d probably do it all again

(Again again again again)

 

Well if pain is pleasure

Why wouldn’t we stay here together

(Thought I could bear the weight of being wrong)

And watch as we crumble again and again forever

(Turns out its heavier being alone)

Oh can’t you see it

Love’s a hard drug

Oh this misery

It could suit us

If pain is pleasure

Why wouldn’t we stay here together

And watch as we crumble again and again forever

Oh can’t you see it

Love’s a hard drug

Oh this misery

It could suit us

And if I’m being honest

I would probably do it all again