Sugar Coma

You're just a little bit too good for me, aren't you, baby?
That's why you can't turn around
I keep talking but you keep saying maybe
I know I recognized the sound

And when the narcissistic piece of you crumbles
A tiny little piece of us dies
So don't lie to me I'll be faithful

I hate you, baby
I hate you with a passion
But, you're my gasoline
You're my medicine
But, you are mean

I hate you, baby
But, you fill me with compassion
You're my adrenaline
You're my morphine
But, you are mean

You're just a little bit too bright for me, aren't you, honey?
That's why you don't come around
So, I'm dumb and you are the smart one?
You know this knowledge makes me numb

You are my coca-cola
I am in sugar coma
And you know I need you to come
'Cause this addiction makes me crazy

I hate you, baby
I hate you with a passion
But, you're my gasoline
You're my medicine
But, you are mean

I hate you, baby
But, you fill me with compassion
You're my adrenaline
You're my morphine
But, you are mean

I am under your spell
You are playing me well
You are my ball and chain

I hate you, baby
I hate you with a passion
But, you're my gasoline
You're my medicine
But, you are mean

I hate you, baby
But, you fill me with compassion
You're my adrenaline
You're my morphine
But, you are mean

I hate you, baby