These aren’t that good anyway He’s not that good anyway He’ll reach the maxed-out speechless state And he still tries to dominate and I can tell that you want more, but you’re resisting I can tell that you want more Put off by all my wastedness It’s an impenetrable mess But you still come to call Strip down and beg And we want more I pick my battles from my soul And it’s still easy to ignore The hard work coming that knocks me down The same hard work always knocks me down And I abuse myself out of habit I abuse myself It’s the simple things that rescue me I abuse the things that rescue me But you still come to call Strip down and beg It’s past my bedtime again I got you under my skin You contaminate the end of the day And I carry all that extra weight And something good can come from it If you seek soothing