So your temper's back
Could never tell if it was love or an attack
You are this bright red flag
So go on and leave, you're such a disappointment
Say you're gonna walk out
But I'm already on the run
Than, what do you really want from me?
Really want?
Free your mind
You wanna fight all the time
Feel purified of hurt
Nothing to rectify
Time to let it all die
Detoxify from your touch

Filled with dread
Can never tell what mood you're gonna choose next
So I laugh instead
Not knowing when you'll make the next threat
No matter what you meant
Now I am left with all of these regrets
Cutting the last thread
And I'm already on the run
Than, what do you really want from me?
Really want?
Free your mind
You wanna fight all the time
Feel purified of hurt
Nothing to rectify
Time to let it all die
Detoxify from your touch