I know you called me up
Just to talk about someone else
And I know you made a mess
Just so I can clean it up
I know I'm stressed
The truth's heavy in my chest
When you're making love you want to make with her
What
What
What is it about me?
That makes you question your life
What is it about me?
That makes you question your life
And lets you make me question mine
I hate when you called her up
Just to talk about your little job
And I hate when you make amends
And if you've done absolutely nothing
And I'm sorry if I'm holding on too tight
I know I'm not that sweet
But do I ever hurt you
What
What is it about me?
That makes you question your life
What is it about me?
That makes you question your life
And lets you make me question mine
I got demons in my head
I've got demons in my bed
I know I don't need another one
Another one
Another one
Why are you inside my head
Please just get out of my bed
I don't ever know how to love
How to love
How to love
What
What
What is it about me?
That makes you question your life
Tell me what is it about me?
That makes you question your life
And lets you make me question mine
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