Increase the pressure, decrease the pleasure - I’m such an ugly mess. New research and findings leaves me rewinding all of tonight’s events. Fuck all this thinking, my thoughts are sinking deeper in I go. I say that I’m fine, but it’s on my mind all of the time. Babe, I need an answer.
I can’t take these thoughts, they’re repeating, so self-defeating, so fucking ridiculous. I know I’m better, I know I’m smarter but I fall prey to it. So fuck all your protest, fuck all the things that you once meant to me. This relentless pursuing leads me to ruins, why do I do it? Babe, I need an answer - before all my time is gone.
It’s a puzzle I’ve been trying to solve for so long. The issue always trips my red flags and alarms. It’s hard to watch you walk when I crawl. It’s so hard to see what I got when you got what I want.
There’s a fire in my heart and nothing seems to put it out. So I gotta know, I gotta know: babe, I need an answer.
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