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I know you called me up
Just to talk about someone else
And I know you made a mess
Just so I can clean it up
I know I'm stressed
The truth's heavy in my chest
When you're making love you want to make with her
What
What
What is it about me
That makes you question your life?
What is it about me
That makes you question your life
And lets you make me question mine?
I hate when you call her up
Just to talk about your little job
And I hate when you make amends
As if you've done absolutely nothing
And I'm sorry if I'm holding on too tight
I know I'm not that sweet
But do I ever hurt you?
What
What is it about me
That makes you question your life?
What is it about me
That makes you question your life
And lets you make me question mine?
I got demons in my head
I got demons in my bed
I know I don't need another one
Another one, another one
Why are you inside my head?
Please just get out of my bed
I know you'll never know how to love
How to love, how to love
What
What
What is it about me
That makes you question your life?
Tell me, what is it about me
That makes you question your life
And lets you make me question mine?
