The Devil I Know
I put myself in a hole
I'm calling it home
The Devil I know
He's okay
You said you know what I did
Cuz a friend of a friend
Screen shoted a text
From me
Well I know something too
At that party you threw
You snuck off to a room
I see
That's just how that goes
Tit for a tat
You get revenge
I get revenge back
You key up my truck
I flirt with your friends
You change the locks
And we do it again
We made our own hell
It's hot as can be
Don't touch the thermostat please
I love you to death
Wish I loved you in life
I guess it's just the little things
Like when you click with your nails
Or when you say you don't care
Or when you ask how you look in jeans
You look exactly the same
As you did yesterday
I don't understand this game
I want to taste your lips
Stair up at the eclipse
And beg for change
I fucking hate the game
But if I don't play
Then who would I blame
I put myself in a hole
Now I'm calling it home
I guess the devil I knows okay
I want to taste your lips
Stair up at the eclipse
And beg for change
I fucking hate the game
But if I don't play
Then who would I blame
I put myself in a hole
Now I'm calling it home
I guess the devil I knows okay
I'm calling it home
The Devil I know
He's okay
You said you know what I did
Cuz a friend of a friend
Screen shoted a text
From me
Well I know something too
At that party you threw
You snuck off to a room
I see
That's just how that goes
Tit for a tat
You get revenge
I get revenge back
You key up my truck
I flirt with your friends
You change the locks
And we do it again
We made our own hell
It's hot as can be
Don't touch the thermostat please
I love you to death
Wish I loved you in life
I guess it's just the little things
Like when you click with your nails
Or when you say you don't care
Or when you ask how you look in jeans
You look exactly the same
As you did yesterday
I don't understand this game
I want to taste your lips
Stair up at the eclipse
And beg for change
I fucking hate the game
But if I don't play
Then who would I blame
I put myself in a hole
Now I'm calling it home
I guess the devil I knows okay
I want to taste your lips
Stair up at the eclipse
And beg for change
I fucking hate the game
But if I don't play
Then who would I blame
I put myself in a hole
Now I'm calling it home
I guess the devil I knows okay
Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Ehrlich
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