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You said that you didn’t need me (but you did)
You said that you didn’t want me (but you do)
It’s kind a like a comedy
Well first you kiss me
Than you say we’re through
I say you got some issues (yeah, you do)
Some things you gotta work through (really do)
It’s sort a 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 a cord of 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 (than you crashed)
Funny how it works out
With your big mouth
You’ll always get it back (ha ha ha)
You thought you had me worked out (you’re not deep)
Mr. “I Screw About” (you 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 a cord of 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

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

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, ye

You can’t get rid of me

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