believe the hype

Today I thought about it all and I think that you owe me a “sorry”. Cough it up, yeah make it count. I hope you feel so lost without me. All these thoughts they boil up. I’m overflowing, yeah I’m leaking. There’s nowhere safe to pour them out cause no one knows me. I’m your secret. I must be out of my mind. Fall for it every time and I will until I die. I find solace in yearning for you now. I mistake lust for passion and I ride for pain. I’ll believe the hype, I try to stay cause I still need this. I’ve tried sober. I’ve tried drunk. I can’t numb enough as I try to fix it. I call your bluff, you’re not so tough, you used me up, don’t get it twisted. And I’ve got others on my line, least five. I use them all to distract me. The show that you’ve been putting on is old and tired. You’re overacting. I must be out of my mind. Fall for it every time and I will until I die. I’m so sorry for your stress. You’ve got a grieving heart and a heavy head so you take it out on me instead. But I don’t mind, I’m used to it. I’ve got a fetish for suffering and then bleeding out for an audience.