i know, i know i'm a *******
i love the sting of your spit on my face

you open your mouth and let words fly.
open your throat any wider and i'll see your tonsils.

every moment, you can only ever be angry with me,
maybe in love the next.

but i envy you for it, the truth's never been mine
though I can't find honesty in the way you say
you've had enough of me.

you won't ever apologize, but I see "I'm sorry" in your eyes,
every time you open the door again

i guess i'm just in love with the way you say goodbye