Hate Sex

You're stumbling over yourself again

While I'm picking flowers, I wish you had held

Does he love me, does he love me not?

You know that I don't get a say, no matter what

I never claimed to have it all together

Now I'm paying money, just like you honey

To air out the fog you left

I might get messy but you know I finish what I start

So don't act like I'm the one who tore this apart

I'm tired of the lying, I'm tired of the truth