He said
"Zoe, I'm sorry if it's aggravating
But I'm not gonna talk
When you're gesticulating
And yelling at me"
So I called him an asshole
But I knew he was right
I just couldn't lose the fight
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
And after a while
It all consisted
Of figuring out
If it existed
While yelling a bit
He would just sit there
Looking so uptight
I couldn't let him do anything right
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Maybe someday my pride
Could be something I manage
That dog at my side
I took advantage
When yelling at you
I knew that you loved me
And you knew I would fight
Man, how did you get through those nights
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?