I've been talking to strangers Acting like I'm a stranger
Look like I've been up all night And you know what? I hate it
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I put my things into boxes Carry all of my old lies
Rubber band in my past time And you know what? I hate it
* Oooh, long way down, you're such a heart attack
But it feels like oooh, pressure points, they pressure you right back Come on, think about it
** Sometimes I hate that you know me so well Sometimes I hate that you know me sowell
Some days I wish that I wasn't myself No luck, and I hate that you know me so well
Washed the fear from my hands off Caught mistakes in the sidewalk
Act like I've been up all night And you know what? I hate it
So I keep talking about eighteen 'Cause I can't let go of the same dream
Rubber band in my past time And you know what? I hate it!
And I hate that you know me so well And I hate that you know me so well
