She could storm out and pack all her stuff when it doesn't work
Put a knife in my back and I still would be next to her
I've been * up, broken, still not over
Point a gun to my heart and I still would have put her first
I fell in love with the freckles and the flaws
The way she move her hands
Bet she'll be the death of me, oh I know, oh-oh
I'm addicted to her sadness
Go ahead and call it madness
She makes everything dramatic
But I love her like a maniac
My friends say she's not good for me but
I don't believe them
If they don't see that we're for real then
I don't really need them anymore
Always carry the bag that she got from the family, mhm
Everyone that she trusted turned her life into agony
She's been * up, broken
Still not sober
She cut off all the strings with her friends, but she still got me
I fell in love with the freckles and the flaws
The way she move her hands
Bet she'll be the death of me, oh I know
I'm addicted to her sadness
Go ahead and call it madness
She makes everything dramatic
But I love her like a maniac
My friends say she's not good for me but
I don't believe them
If they don't see that we're for real then
I don't really need them anymore
I don't think she understands
What she's doing with my head
Same old sweater in my bed
'Til I met her
I will probably be dead
And do anything she says
Take me with her to the edge
And I'll let her
I'm addicted to her sadness
Go ahead and call it madness
She makes everything dramatic
But I love her like a maniac
My friends say she's not good for me but
I don't believe them
If they don't see that we're for real then
I don't really need them anymore
Don't really need them anymore
Don't really need them