fucked up kinda dream

You're my little symphony
Got you playing through the night
It's better when it's 3 a.m.
You're wetter when we've had a fight, yeah
Enough of the make-believe
No, I don't have to read your mind
When it's written all over your face
And in your eyes

I can tell you what you need
It's a fucked-up kinda dream
You don't wanna have, but you can't deny
That you'd rather be with me
It's a secret I can keep
And you hate yourself, but you can't deny
That you'll always be mine, all mine
You'll always be mine, all mine

Crying down the telephone
Ask you if it's all alright
You tell me that you need this
I thought that you wanted advice
But if you're asking, you should come my way
You told me you'll be here in five
But you live 'bout an hour away
And then you look me in my eye, eyes, eyes
Oh, I've seen this before, you fucking hate being ignored
That devil look in your eye, eyes, eyes
Oh, I've seen this before
You lay your hands on the floor, can't see your eyes

I can tell you what you need
It's a fucked-up kinda dream
You don't wanna have, but you can't deny
That you'd rather be with me
It's a secret I can keep
And you hate yourself, but you can't deny
That you'll always be mine, all mine
You'll always be mine, all mine