[Verse 1]
You know, I know, we know
Loving you is easy cause you're so b-beautiful
Push me past my limits, starve my ego, feed my soul
And what we have together boy is more than physical

[Verse 2]
You know, I know, we know
Boy I burn for you just like the cigarettes you smoke
Yearn for you the way a junkie always yearns for dope
And when you don’t n-need me I just drink some gin to cope

[Pre-Chorus]
Days go by when I feel like I’m too much
Days go by when I feel I’m not enough
I don’t know why all the boys that I love always
Go, go, go ahead and break my heart boy

I won’t cry ‘cause I know that I’m enough
I will fight and I won’t ever give up
But my oh my, do the boys that I love make me feel
Low, low, low when they break my heart boy

[Chorus]
I can write a song that makes you cry
When I tell you all about all o’ the men
I thought were Heaven sent but crawled straight outta Hell
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But I can't write a song that makes you try
Makes you feel things that you never ever felt
That makes you hold out both your hands out to be held
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 3]
You know, I know, we know
That there’s a voice that says I shouldn’t ever give up though
When all my chips are down and all the cards I got, I fold
When gold from all the fools are used to paint yellow brick roads

[Verse 4]
You know, I know, we know
I’ve had it up to here with all their fucking told you so’s
The writing on the wall is clear, I see that you just don’t
Want me the way I always wished you would and even hoped

[Pre-Chorus]
Days go by when you’re cold to the touch
Days go by when you just wanna fuck
I don’t know why all the boys that I love always
Go, go, go ahead and break my heart boy

I know you kinda like it rough
And I really don't mind when you spice things up
But my oh my, do the boys that I love make me feel
Low, low, low when they break my heart boy

[Chorus x2]
I can write a song that makes you cry
When I tell you all about all o’ the men
I thought were Heaven sent but crawled straight outta Hell
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But I can't write a song that makes you try
Makes you feel things that you never ever felt
That makes you hold out both your hands out to be held
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I can write a song that makes you cry
When I tell you all about all o’ the men
I thought were Heaven sent but crawled straight outta Hell
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But I can't write a song that makes you try
Makes you feel things that you never ever felt
That makes you hold out both o’ your hands to be held
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah