Midnight Drive

It seems to me that love and I don't get along well

And every time I like someone it isn't mutually felt

I've tried being myself, maybe it's better to lie

'Cause if no one ever wants me it must be on my side

I've been used and abandoned, consumed in a plan and

I don't understand it, why I'm often left stranded

Am I strange for displaying my magic, the tragic

Part for the artist, is this how I'll have it?

Is this the exchange that I make for these songs?

That I'm hurt and I'm spurned so people sing along?

When the show's over, could I not be alone?