É, tipo assim...Odeio ficar com isso, com melhor com alguém na cabeça. É estranho, como se eu pudesse gostar mais do outro do que de mim. Estou blasé comigo mesma, hahahaha.

Então, eu acho o seguinte: " wonder if you could be my therapy
It's kind of awkward but obvious, it's what I need
I'm not Michelangelo painting a ceiling
But you're the last shade of red that I'll be missing

There's not a pill that I can't take
You're just a habit that I can't break, ohhh

I'll bang on this piano till the feeling's come
I'm standing on the edge but my feet can't jump
Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue
But I won't stop till the feelings have gone

It's barely four in the morning, still can't sleep
And that blanket wrapped around you, wish that was me
But I'm just one more cynical dreamer
I never dream like this
I'm pulling out my hair
Pretending I don't care"

Pronto, desabafei!