I’d fallen in love with eye contact and tattoos
I altered myself to be a little more your hue
These bad habits pile up depending on my mood
But my taste is cheap, and I can get home without you
Keep lying through that pretty smile
I’ll believe every word if it gets me in your sheets
It’s clear to see that I’m the one to blame here
Because I let it go on when I knew that it was not true

You were the mystery I could not solve
A broken chord left unresolved
But I can play the victim well
It’s a testament to my destructive streak

It’s the sense of guilt that keeps me up at night
Because I’ve let you this far along and leaving does not seem right
But maybe you’ll have some better luck next time
With someone who doesn’t think too much or over-analyze