I'm a bad liar with a savior complex

 

I'll follow you until you love me

 

When I come back around, will I know what to say?

 

You feed off hurting me, love, hurting me, like oh

You know it's just too little too late

 

I wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind

You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise

 

Meet me at our spot

 

From now on our troubles will be miles away

                           

I go back to December all the time

    

I'm going back on the deals with the devil I signed