She likes it kind of rough
Likes to dig her nails in my skin
Knows what she wants
But beats down the bush and burns it
It burns me f*ckin up
So much that I turn to dust
I'm such a f*ckin klutz
Spill my ash all over her stuff
Translate to what
Thought we spoke the same damn language miss
Sorry I woke you up
Really had to talk to you
Think I might throw up
Hope that that don't bother you
I'll never be enough
That's what I keep saying to you
She told me to grow up
Says I exaggerate everything
But who is she to judge
Makes me find meaning in everything
We're not even in love
But to her that doesn't mean anything
Sorry I woke you up
Really had to talk to you
Think I might throw up
Hope that that don't bother you
I'll never be enough
Thats what I keep saying to you
Feel sorry for yourself
And I'll feel happy for you
Hate me not yourself
At least than I'll feel worth something
You don't even feel at all
Ever wonder how that makes me feel
Sorry I woke you up
Really had to talk to you
Think I might throw up
Hope that that don't bother you
I'll never be enough
Thats what I keep saying to you
Translate to what
Translate to what
Translate to what
Thought we spoke the same damn languages