i know...
you've kinda got me wrapped around your finger...

i know...
you'd kinda rather have the sin and not the sinner...

i know...
the past will catch us up as we run faster
the last one there is always the bastard

i know...
you cut me through with contradictions
i'm all wrapped up in sweet inhibitions

i know...
this is eventually gonna suck
i'll remember the fucked up way we fuck

i know...

i know...

(i think)

(maybe)

i know...
you like this song (of us)
just not the singer (of us).