She

What she would like to do, is get you out of her head

She's tried every trick, she's so sick of thinking about it

What's so special about you, you're an ache she's learned to crave

You're a blade too dull to raise

But she cuts herself on you every night

She's just dying to lay down the knife

What she would love to do is get you out of her bed

She's played it over and over and over in her head

But she cuts herself on you every night

She's just dying to lay down the knife

She clings to what's familiar

She thinks a change would kill her

What she ought to do is put a gun to your head

For all the things you said and did

But what she will not do is let you go before you're gone

It's everything that's ever been wrong but it's all she's ever known

So she cuts herself on you every night

She's just dyin' to lay down her life

What she would like to do, is get you out of her head