Tekster: Autopilot Off. Bite My Nails.

Is this part of the game you play?
Do you try to make me feel this way?
You try to sell me something
That you don't believe

For you it's easier this way
I never did hear you complain
So now I stand aside
Bite my nails while you decide

I wish that I could hate you, but I can't
I wish that you would vanish
But you're too hard to forget
I won't do it if it isn't right
But you're not willing to compromise

You think you've got me figured out
You think you know what I'm about
I don't think you would be surprised
You have to know how hard I've tried

And after all the time we've spent
Would it be something you would regret?
Would you feel the need to stay
Or turn your back and walk away