I need a fix, now you know the kind
That I only find in the sheets
After a battle of wits and some arguing
We'll get to it eventually
But to be taking on all this abuse
I must be, say this, oh crazy
But baby now you know that it's all I know
Is you and me, and our misery
Is getting worse than before
And all this drinking is n't helping things
You bring out the worst side of me
You think I think that I'm always right
But if we ever were to agree
Then I'm pretty fucking positive
We wouldn't be discussing anything
There was a time my motives were pure
And you swept me off my feet
Now the only time that I truly feel free
is when I'm gone on tour for weeks
It's getting worse than before,
and all this cocaine isn't helping things
And all those awful words
In my head, they keep replaying
Haters love's closest substitute
It's getting worse than before
And all this fucking isn't helping things
Cause you bring out the worst side of me
You bring out the worst side of me
You bring out the worst side of me