Straighten Up

Do I stress you out?
Am I doing too much?
Do I make you feel a little under pressure
Do you hate my touch?
Alright, see what we are not gonna do is...

Do I stress you out?
Am I doing too much?
Do I make you feel a little under pressure
Do you hate my touch?
I hear your body talk
And it's killing me
Because I think you're holding on
Outta sympathy
You know I love you
You know I care
But the truth is honey it's so hard to do
When you're never fair

It's always give a lot get a little
Toughen up your bones are brittle
You make no sense to me
Do make another scene now
Sit down and watch your mouth
You know other people can see

Well my little bipolar lover
I think here soon you'll discover
What you had when you had me
So straighten up cause I'm ready to leave
AH

You stress me out
You confuse my brain
I'm always making wrong choices
In your little game
Yeah you love control
To have control of me
But it's growing old on this tainted heart
I wanna be free

It's always give a lot get a little
Toughen up your bones are brittle
You make no sense to me
Do make another scene now
Sit down and watch your mouth
You know other people can see

Well my little bipolar lover
I think here soon you'll discover
What you had when you had me
So straighten up cause I'm ready to leave

Well my little bipolar lover
I think here soon you'll discover
What you had when you had me
Yeah I'm leaving on the count of three
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