Dear God, why is our love so uneven?
I love you more when you love me less
I'd buy a ticket to any address
If you ask me to come, I'll have already left
It's whiplash
You say you love me more when I love you less
You tell me to stay, I'll turn around I'll come back
We fucking tug a rope into habitual stress
But out of everyone else to me you're still it
And I'm barely breathing
God, why is our love so uneven, uneven?
And I keep on reaching
Oh God, why is our love so uneven, uneven?
It's for the best I guess
That I'm your second best
Because whoever's in first, fuck, do feel for her
Your paralysis is just getting worse
You accelerate in reverse
And I know that it hurts
It's whiplash (God, why?)
It's whiplash (God, why?)
You accelerate in reverse
And I know that it hurts
It's whiplash (God, why?)
And I'm barely breathing
God why is our love so uneven, uneven?
And I keep on reaching
Oh God why is our love so uneven, uneven?
You lie to my face and say
You're capable of reciprocating
So why does it feel 20-80?
I'm not complaining I'm just irritated
You lie to my face and say
You're capable of reciprocating
So why does it feel 20-80?
I'm not complaining I'm just irritated
And I'm barely breathing (you lie to my face and say)
God why is our love so uneven, uneven?
And I keep on reaching (you lie to my face and say)
Oh God why is our love so uneven, uneven, yeah?
