It's about bein in love
It's about bein in hate
It's about not wanting to miss you
It's about wanting you dead

Push the walls open
I wanna see my memories bleed
No, I don't you ever loving me
I think that's your fucking fantasy
I think you want everything

Push the walls open
I wanna see my memories bleed
No, I don't you ever loving me
I remeber the back of your head
Leaving

And now I am quite sure you want
Everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything
Outta me