i remember it was never this hard to talk before everything was logical not just some task to endure now there's only nausea to couple with my fury humor you is what i do cause if i dont you'd worry who made you nuts, what keeps you slow? why are you wierd, when will i know? i'll just relax when you blow up. just tell me when you've had enough. cause every time i look at you i dont know what you're saying and when i try to shed some light you treat me like i'm playing you make my head spin when i try to keep a straight face when you cry i've given up-i just cant win but do you care, i'm wondering put my headphones on and fuck them all Bloody Valentine and alcohol simple motives and a dirty dream write a love song when you're feeling mean now i know just what it takes with you to make me happy treat you like you're retarded-i think i hate your daddy