[Intro – Clean guitar, amplifier crackle, quiet vocals] I know better. I know better. So why am I still here? [Verse 1 – Low, bitter, almost conversational] You walk in like a bad decision, Wear that smile like ammunition. I know the trick, I know the game, Still turn around when I hear my name. You leave your fingerprints on everything, My cigarette pack, my wedding ring— No, we never made it that far. Just a wreckage and a borrowed car. You make me laugh when I want to scream. You ruin every decent dream. I tell myself I'm done with you, Then wonder what you're doing at two. [Pre-Chorus – Bass grows louder] You're the itch beneath my skin, The door I lock, the key I hide. I swear I'll never let you in— Then leave the fucking door wide. [Chorus – Explosive, ragged vocals] YOU'RE MY FAVORITE MISTAKE! MY BEAUTIFUL DISGRACE! THE THING I WANT TO SPIT OUT THAT I KEEP TASTING ANYWAY! YOU'RE THE REASON I CAN'T SLEEP! YOU'RE THE SECRET THAT I KEEP! I WANT TO BURN YOUR MEMORY DOWN— THEN DIG THROUGH ASHES JUST TO FIND YOU! I hate your guts. I love your face. You're my favorite fucking mistake. [Verse 2 – Heavy riff, sarcastic delivery] You know exactly when to call me, When the silence starts to crawl me. You say three words, I lose my spine, And call your wreckage something divine. My friends all say I'm losing it. I tell them all to go to hell. They don't see the way you hold me Like a match beside a fuel-filled well. You never promised me forever. I never asked you to be kind. So why the hell am I still furious When you leave me here behind? [Pre-Chorus – Drums building] You're the habit I defend, The wound I pick, the fight I start. I know exactly how this ends— Still can't uninstall my heart. [Chorus – Full band, shouted vocals] YOU'RE MY FAVORITE MISTAKE! MY BEAUTIFUL DISGRACE! THE THING I WANT TO SPIT OUT THAT I KEEP TASTING ANYWAY! YOU'RE THE REASON I CAN'T SLEEP! YOU'RE THE SECRET THAT I KEEP! I WANT TO BURN YOUR MEMORY DOWN— THEN DIG THROUGH ASHES JUST TO FIND YOU! I hate your guts. I love your face. You're my favorite fucking mistake. [Bridge – Instruments drop to a low, distorted drone] Maybe I don't love you. Maybe I love the fight. The slammed doors and apologies, The wrong that feels so right. Maybe I just need somebody Who can make me feel this much. Someone I can blame for breaking When I crave the pain of being touched. [Drums enter slowly] Or maybe that's just bullshit I tell myself to cope. Maybe you're the only person Who can make me lose all hope— And still be the one I'm hoping for. [Instrumental Break – Chaotic guitar solo, pounding drums, feedback] [Breakdown – Nearly whispered, then screaming] Don't call me. Don't leave me. Don't tell me You need me. Don't touch me. Come closer. I'm sober. I'm over— [Full band crashes in] YOUR FUCKING LIES! [Final Chorus – Maximum intensity, ragged and desperate] YOU'RE MY FAVORITE MISTAKE! THE ONE I CAN'T ERASE! I'D RATHER LOSE ANOTHER YEAR THAN ADMIT I MISS YOUR FACE! YOU'RE THE FEVER AND THE CURE! THE DISEASE I CALL SECURE! I KNOW I'M BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU— BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE BETTER IF IT MEANS I'M OVER YOU! I hate your guts! I hate this place! I hate the way I beg for your embrace! I hate myself for wanting you! [Sudden stop – One guitar rings out] [Outro – Quiet, exhausted vocals] Tomorrow I'll be stronger. Tomorrow I'll be free. Tonight, if you come knocking... You know where I'll be. [One final distorted chord, sustained amplifier feedback, abrupt silence.]
