You don’t like him
You don’t wanna see this
It’s still too hot to touch
But, then, why do you like it so much?

All these pictures
In your head, they
They don’t fit this
It’s not nice to watch
So, then, why do you want it so much?

Make yourself suffer
A little bit more
Rip the band-aid and try not to ignore
That they’re there
That they hurt
That you’re not obligated to see
So then why do you do this to me?

Keep on hurting and try not to ignore
Try to rethink what you want to be searching for
For you find it and it hurts you
It’s your fault, oh, he alerts you
That things will never go back to being the same
See, there’s hope
See, there’s delusion
You just don’t really like to think
So, then, why do you let yourself sink?

It’s the truth
But it’s the past
It’s the subject you hate to touch
So then why, oh, why do you like it
So much