You said you didn´t need me (but you did)
You said you didn´t want me (but you do)
It´s kinda like a comedy
Well first you kiss me
Then you say we´re through
I say you got some issuses (yeah, you do)
Some things you gotta work through (really do)
It´s sorta like a talk show, no wait a freak show
When the freak is you

I´m the smoke from your fire
I´m that lie you can trust
I´m the chord on your guitar
I´m that girl you can´t shut up
I´m that blood you might need
In your car when you speed
In that cigarette you breathe
You can´t get rid of me

You said I wasn´t funny (but you laughed)
You said I couldn´t drive fast (then you crashed)
Funny how it works out
With your big mouth
You´ll always get it back (ha ha ha ha)
You thought you had me worked out (you´re not deep)
Mr. "I Screw About" (you´re still a creep)
At best you could´ve confessed
That you´re a big mess
And that you´re so damn weak

I´m the smoke from your fire
I´m that lie you can trust
I´m the chord on your guitar
I´m that girl you can´t shutup
I´m the blood you might need
In your car when you speed
In that cigarette you breathe
You can´t get rid of me

But still, I try and justify
Try to let this die
We´ll never say goodbye I can´t wait
I´ll rub it in your face
Dressed in pretty lace
I´ll send you home, to cry

Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha

I´m the blood you might need
In your car when you speed
In that cigarette you breathe
You can´t get rid of me
Yeah, yeah

Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha