How many nights did I spend staring at the ceiling
Wondering to myself what the f*ck is this feeling?
Am I in love or is this obsession?
This is a humble and honest confession, what will it take to learn my lesson?
Am I in love or is this obsession?
How many times did I ask the question? Can I simply not handle rejection?
"Why don't you just stop?" She said to me
"It's obvious this isn't love can't you see?"
It was clear to me these thoughts in my head were not quite what they seemed
Retreat, back beneath the facade of relief
When in actuality I can feel myself crumbling
Am I in love or is this obsession?
This is a humble and honest confession, what will it take to learn my lesson?
Am I in love or is this obsession?
How many times did I ask the question? Can I simply not handle rejection?
I'm weak, I crumble beneath the weight of the thought that you don't worship me
Deep set naivety
Am I in love or is this obsession?
Turns out I'm the subject of my own f*cking question. You deserve better, and then some
Resent, retreat, repeat
Resent, retreat, repeat
Resent, retreat, repeat
Resent me