I can convince myself I deserve roses and songs and grand gestures and all the little sweet things, I can convince myself that I won’t settle for anything less. But, none of that seems to matter with you. I worship at your feet that could kick me away a hundred times, Bruised ribs and skin raw, I’d come crawling back to you each time. I’d give everything I own to touch your sweet lips Or look at that smile; You could chew me to pieces and spit me out And I’d still want nothing more than you. Isn’t it funny that I’d choose to be treated like **** in your arms Than to be in the arms of someone who would worship me.