I know you called me up just to talk about someone else and I know you made a mess just

so I can clean it up. I know I'm stressed. The truth's heavy in my chest when you're

making love you want to make with her. What, what, what is it about me that makes you question

your life? What is it about me that makes you question your life and lets you make me question mine?

I hate when you call her up just to talk about your little job and I hate when you make amends

as if you've done absolutely nothing and I'm sorry if I'm holding on too tight. I know I'm not that sweet but do I ever hurt you?

What, what is it about me that makes you question your life? What is it about me that makes you question your life

and lets you make me question mine? I got demons in my head. I got demons in my bed. I know I don't need another one, another one, another one.

Why are you inside my head? Please just get out of my bed. I know you'll never know how to love, how to love, how to love.

What, what, what is it about me that makes you question your life? Tell me what is it about me

that makes you question your life and lets you make me question mine?