Even the ones that said forget him Either wanna hit me or hold me Those that hate me don't know me And the ones that don't trust anybody trust me Yeah, the ones that like me love me The ones that need me got me The ones that doubt me can't stop me You

I've dethroned the king of contradiction Or were you just a jester all along, a simple pawn? Don't you know you can't count your tears like your money Running down the drain You don't need to pray for me 'cause I'm not the one to blame I can't wait to

Oh I don't know why She lets me down Then gets me high She's just my type I don't think twice But I, I, I love it I, I, I love it Love the way she plays with my head 'Cause I need this more than just a one night stand

You know it's better that way We won't break, we won't die It's just a moment of change All we are, all we are Is everything that's right All we need, all we need We won't say our goodbyes So don't say your goodbyes I tried to paint you a picture

Damned if you love me Damned if you don't It's gettin' harder holdin' on but I can't let you go Damned if you don't need me Damned if you do Oh God I wish it wasn't me standin' in these shoes Lyin' here beside you in someone else's bed Knowin' what we're

Say that you don't want me Say that you don't need me Tell me I'm the fool Tell me you've been tortured Tell me you've been beaten And what I've done to you Matter what's true Even if it doesn't matter

Even the ones that said forget him Either wanna hit me or hold me Those that hate me don't know me And the ones that don't trust anybody trust me Yeah, the ones that like me love me The ones that need me got me The ones that doubt me can't stop me You

I'm gonna give all my secrets away Sick of all the insincere This time, don't need another perfect lie Tell me what you want to hear Don't care if critics ever jump in line Don't care if critics never jump in line So tell me what you want to hear I need

"Got so much to do. Huh, honey?" "Yes, definitely. I'm just..." "Well, look, again, if you need mom to come out there for a week..." "I don't think that needing, like, mothering." "No, no, not mothering. Organizing. Or doing, doing tasks." "Yes, right."

Come get it bae You wanna ride it, my motorcycle You've got a license, have you got the right to Gonna pop a wheelie, don't try too high too Take it easy on the clutch, 'cause girl I like you I can do anything you need None of them boys know the first