This is a place I know too well Been down here a while, if you can't tell And I have analysed and tried my best to justify The sorrow I have brought upon myself Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I'll always be? Grinding the salt into every wound? Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? You can't trust me to be there for you I thought I had this, I thought I had this all figured out You'd think I'd learned from all the shit I fucking screamed about When there was sun I couldn't see for the clouds Still climbing the walls of this well just to dive back down Until I reached my rock bottom Down to the marrow, bringing up the bad blood I'd forgotten Is it me that's making me sick? Been burning both ends of the wick Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I'll always be? Grinding the salt into every wound? Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? You can't trust me to be there for you I've got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette Casting a shadow, a shade over me Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist Your worst impressions were right about me (Your worst impressions were right about me) (Your worst impressions were right) I could ask you to stay, if you're feeling forgiving I could live with the guilt, if you call this living I could try to memorize each grain of sand As it slips through my fingers, and falls from my hands It took me longer than I'd care to admit This life is only what I choose to make of it And the only thing standing in-between happiness and myself Was this depression I held so close to my chest Am I addicted to the misery, is this how I'll always be? Grinding the salt into every wound? Am I in love with all my ailments, glutton for punishment? You can't trust me to be there for you I've got this cold black silhouette hanging like a marionette Casting a shadow, a shade over me Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist Your worst impressions were right about me Wasting a waning youth Waiting for something to help me pull through I never saw the sun through the clouds I lost faith when the skies were falling down

Oh Woah-oh-oh Sometimes I get lonely I get needy I call you And I know that it's crazy, that it's stupid It's the truth I should go, I should go, I should go, I should go, I should go Yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know But I must be some kind of masochist To hurt myself in this way 'Cause lovin' you is so bad for me Oh, but I just can't walk away I get all my pleasure in your bedroom In your arms You get all your pleasure from my torture From my harm I should go, I should go, I should go, I should go, I should go Ooh, yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know But I must be some kind of masochist, ooh To hurt myself in this way 'Cause lovin' you is so bad for me Oh, but I just can't walk away (ooh) The more I stay in this madness The more the hurt is my comfort and release And maybe I'm just too damaged To really know what's good for me I should go, I should go, I should go, I should go, I should go Yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know, yeah I know Ooh, I must be some kind of masochist (oh, yeah) To hurt myself in this way (ooh, yeah) 'Cause lovin' you is so bad for me Oh, but I just can't walk away (away) And even though it's so obvious (so obvious) That all you give me is pain Oh I must be some kind of masochist, yeah 'Cause I just can't walk away From you, from you, from you Oh, I just can't walk away, away, away

'Cause I've been craving Your sweet haven So I keep turning While your body burns to the ground Well, oh no Well, oh no Yeah, you've got to hold on Yeah, you've got to stay strong Oh yeah, you've got to move on, on, on Yeah, you've got to hold on So don't try to tell me That I should go softly Just look me in my eyes Oh, and feed me your sweet lies Well all night, well all night Yeah, you've got to hold on Yeah, you've got to stay strong Oh yeah, you've got to move on, on, on Yeah, you've got to hold on The children, they come in two My mind, it bleeds through you Cut glass in sheets of lies I'll cut through your alibis Hang a cross upside down Your church is burning down Just take me for the night Just take me Yeah, you've got to hold on Yeah, you've got to stay strong Oh yeah, you've got to move on, on, on, on You've got to hold You've got to hold You, you, you've got to hold You, you, you've got to hold You've got to hold

I don't wanna be a masochist My mom told me I am sun-kissed By a goddess plain and tall She told me to cut my palms I wish you weren't my boy I wish you weren't my boy I wish you weren't my boy I wish you weren't my boy Don't ask me what's in my shorts I get high but never bored God hates me but not anymore God hates me but not anymore I wish you weren't my boy I wish you weren't my boy I wish you weren't my boy I wish you weren't my boy And I see him And I see him I don't wanna be a masochist My mom told me I am sun-kissed By a goddess plain and tall She told me to cut my palms I wish you weren't my boy I wish you weren't my boy I wish you weren't my boy I wish you weren't my boy I wish you were I wish you were I wish you were I wish you were