here's a bitter pill that's just as sweet as you
and i swallow it down with my pride
i know i always bite it, i lied
but i'm dying inside of my own hell

can you just show me the way you use me up
a little bit more than i could recall?
call you in a second, if i get the numbers wrong
like we're meant to be

i'm just a cynic in the sense that makes my heart feel like a lie
if we don't feel the same, i blame myself for you

it's getting late again
we both know something that we can't admit
believe in everything i'm fed, so i can hear you smile instead

but i can't have your pity; there's enough for the both of us
so fuck your therapists 'cause they just want to feel better
we're all your masochists for the sake of love

i'm just a cynic in the sense that makes my heart feel like a lie
if we don't feel the same, i blame myself for you
running out of your love and out of yourself
drown in chemicals just to see it through
if we don't feel the same, i blame myself for you

i know i always need more than you want me to take
i know it's fucking worth it if it hurts in the end
the only thing i can't break are the rules in my head
i don't want to be fixated; i just want to be fixed

(cross my heart and hope to die a manic pixie death wish)

i'm just a cynic in the sense that makes my heart feel like a lie
if we don't feel the same, i blame myself for you
running out of your love and out of yourself
drown in chemicals just to see it through
if we don't feel the same, i blame myself for you.