She Makes Me Say The Worst Things

In the morning, all I hear,

Are slamming doors it’s crystal clear

Shes still pissed off from Friday

Now Im the one having a bad day

She walks in like a hurricane,

With every glance, my blood drains.

Turning sweet into bitter sad,

She makes angels feel this bad.

Is it passion or a curse?

Our love's a wild, chaotic verse,

Every time I try to hold,

I end up saying things untold.

She makes me say the worst things,

Words that cut, oh she makes me sing

She’s so cold, don’t touch me,

no goodnight, so moody

She makes me say the worst things

It’s what she does brings

When fights ensue the flame ignites,

A dance of shadows and of light,

Her gaze can shift the stars in place,

Sometimes I swear she hates my face.

Is it love or just the strain?

A bittersweet, familiar pain,

Every time I come to grips,

I find the words upon my lips.

Mmmm mmmm

She makes me say the worst things,

Words that cut, oh she makes me sing

She’s so cold, don’t touch me,

no goodnight, so moody

Mmmm She makes me say the worst things

It’s what she does brings

Ohhhh, the fire, it burns so bright,

Blinded by the fury in site,

Yet I can't step away from her,

The need consumes, a deadly blur.

So here I am, tangled in confusion,

Is it my blame or are you pushing me to it

So here I am, tangled in confusion,

Is it my blame or are you pushing me to it