Saw through empty comfort words
Past teared up pretty brown eyes
Unlike you, my intuition never lies.

Stop acting like you’re about to cry
This is all on you, tough guy
Can’t blame me for a lack of trying

Twisted, but I’ll always want you
Hate it, but I always got you

Three weeks to ask if I’m doing fine
Just like you used to miss when I wasn’t
Do you ever try?

Don’t think I care who you screw
I get vindictive, honey, didn’t I warn you?
Said you “wouldn’t let me”

But that was a lie too

You’ve made it easy to get mean
And say you were never true

Twisted, but I’ll always want you
Hate it, but I always got you

It’s twisted, but I’ll always want you
I hate you, but I always got you.

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