Coming back like I know I’ll win
I twist and turn but I’ll never get the logic in it
I could hear from a mile away
You scream my name
But both of us get paranoid and jealous

Passive aggressive
You know how to sell it
Something, something feels wrong
What’s the point in watching a comedy if you’re not gonna laugh?

Coming back with a grade A plan
We charge and joust but we never wrap our heads around it
I could hear from a mile away
You curse my name
So everyone gets paranoid and jealous

Passive aggressive
You know how to sell it
Manic depressive
What’s the point in breathing if you don’t like the taste of air?

"I wrote this after an argument I had with someone, and it was one of those songs you write in 10 minutes, and it’s more or less finished. After the argument I kept thinking about this concept of continuing to do something even when you feel so miserable about it. Kind of like repeatedly dunking your hand in hot oil, but still continuing to do so for some unrelated reason, even though it’s hurting you. Maybe we do these things because said act comes from a place of comfort, or familiarity. Or maybe in this society we just don’t have spines for things we really should." -Nik