this is the way that things have to be did you think all the things you did wouldn't get back to me stuck in the middle of every little riddle you're chillin' on the border of a bi-polar disorder i guess you really did trip when you fell on his dick that's the flame before the fire you lit the wick i thought you were different but you're just another trick with a crooked-ass smile and a wicked-ass lip what'd ya think my heart don't sink my drink's half-full i could leave with a wink you think i'm made of stone that the only time i ever speak my mind's when i'm clutchin' a microphone you were my own addiction and i can hardly breathe i left myself wide open i let you get to me again