Cry/Fun

Every tantrum looks the same I do my best to block it out But when you're screaming my name, it's hard not to adore the sound Plus I've got a taste for pain from having you around the house Or is that just my faulty brain telling me I'm not allowed To clean you out? I try to always be myself But I don't think I do that very well And you say I haven't been myself And that's true, but I really don't need your help I've got a taste for pain And I'd do it all again How can you look so relaxed? Can you teach me to be just like that? Cause I've got a taste for pain and I'm sure I'd do it all again And I could just take the blame but I'm not sure that would feel the same And you try to ignore what's done and then tell me I'm the only one And your threats to cut my tongue means I cry whenever I'm having fun How could you look so serene? Thought you'd been dying inside just like me And every weekend looks the same I do my best to change it up But there's only so much you can Take if you cry when you're having fun Plus, I've got no one to hate, you were the very last one And I've already saved the date for when I learn to hold my tongue Before I say something dumb