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