Slamming all your drinks, You don’t have to think about me. You’ve got all your friends, used up all their meds, honey. I’ll still be okay when you walk my way publicly. But when I get home I can’t be alone, can’t you see? You scare me with your indifference. I like you best when you’re a mess. Spacing out again at your suburban retreat. Did I freak you out? Oh what’s that about? Tell me. From what I can see reciprocity is boring, but I’m tired of unrequited love stories. You scare me with your indifference. I like you best when you’re a mess. I don’t even fantasize about what life would be like if I were to find a one true love, the kind they say I should be dreaming of. You say you can’t get close. Hurt the ones you love the most. Is that why I try to win you over singing crimson and clover? I wanna do everything. My, my, you’re such a sweet thing.