I split myself up into boxes, tryna to compensate
I named each one of those a quality of me you hate
I try to break them off but they're not letting me escape
And with your thread, you stitch them back on while I suffocate
You know I like it when you treat me bad
I hate the dark I'm hiding under my bed
Cause I know I shouldn't give in like that
Lights out of gas, don't need you back
Ohh
So convinced that I'm the problem that it's you boy
My box of narcissism calls you insecure though
I labelled all your shit
BROKEN PITIFUL BITCH
I'll let it bruise your fragile masculine ego
It's like you fill your calendar with issues weeks away
And plan the buzzword in your notes that you premeditate
You say that I'm the one who lacks a box of empathy
It's good to see you learned some words from therapy
You know I like it when you treat me bad
I hate the dark I'm hiding under my bed
Cause I know I shouldn't give in like that
Lights out of gas, don't need you back
Ohh
So convinced that I'm the problem that it's you boy
My box of narcissism calls you insecure though
I labelled all your shit
BROKEN PITIFUL BITCH
I'll let it bruise your fragile masculine ego
So convinced that I'm the problem that it's you boy
My box of narcissism calls you insecure though
I labelled all your shit
BROKEN PITIFUL BITCH
I'll let it bruise your fragile masculine ego
