Paranoid
But I see something in you

I feel the same.

A hundred on the dash get me close to God
We don't pray for love, we just pray for cars

I can't tell you what it really is,
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now,
there's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe,
but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right,
it's like I'm in flight
High off her love, drunk from her hate
It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown,
she resuscitates me
She fuckin' hates me, and I love it

I know you special girl cus I know too many.

I used to...now it's just on my pc