I got monsters in my head, why should good things have to end?
Love and death, they always feel the same
Filled your house with kerosene, burned up every trace of me
Some things don't wash out, i'm sure you'll see

I get a little bit dark, get a little bit down on myself
I g

(Take what you wanna
Take what you wanna from me
Take what you wanna
Take what you wanna)

You can't control yourself
From breaking all the glass in your bedroom
Sleeping with someone else
You obly let me down 'cause you have to
And I get that

I don't wanna