Haunted

You said that you liked me, but no not really

You always pull the rug out, so damn easy

Twist the knife, baby, let it flow, let it flow

True brushing colors, just let 'em show, let 'em show

You always turn my own words, all up against me

Throw a jab, baby, go off and hit me

Take another hit, baby, lookin' like a nosebleed

Fake a little bit more honesty, honestly

You were too good at wearing that falsehood

Threw me away like a piece of driftwood