It's like every time I manage to say something right, you make me feel I'm wrong
I start to feel like this was my fault all along
That plus the million things I never seemed to do right
Kept my days looking like a never ending night
I could have easily given up; could have said I'm through
But somehow my road still led back to you
I know it isn't destiny; so sure it's not fate
It's just that feeling I always seem to anticipate
When you would come home and make me lay your bed
So every night you'd have a place to lay your f*cking head
It was my love for your routine that made me want to stay
And that's a decision I regret each passing day
Each time I did something right I was wrong
To you I was just a bitter taste lingering on your tongue