I Really F**ked It Up

Why am I like this?
 Why am I like this?
 I got two left feet and I blame it on you
 I find the dynamite, and I make us go boom-boom-boom
 And I don't wanna be like this
 I'm tryna talk to my therapist
 In truth, I know it's me, and all my issues
 I hate when I come home, and I put them on you-u-u
 I swear I'm not terrible
 I just get emotional
 I end up saying sorry every time
 I wanna cause a scene just to feel alive
 Maybe I'm only mean 'cause I know you're mine
 And I hate myself for making you cry
 I know that I really fucked it up this time
 Hurricane blowing through your town
 I know it's hard for you just to stick around
 And I hate myself for making you cry
 I know that I really fucked it up this time
 Ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh-ooh
 I know that I really fucked it up this time
 I promise it will be the last time
 That I do all the things that I said that I wouldn't do last night
 Then I lose my shit, and I slam the door
 And I ask myself, "What did I do that for?"
 I'm the damaged type but it's no excuse
 For all of my hurt that I'm living, I'm giving to you-u-u
 I swear I'm not terrible (I swear I'm not terrible)
 I just get emotional (I just get emotional)
 I end up feeling sorry for myself
 I wanna 'cause a scene just to feel alive
 Maybe I'm only mean 'cause I know you're mine
 And I hate myself for making you cry
 I know that I really fucked it up this time
 Hurricane blowing through your town
 I know it's hard for you just to stick around
 And I hate myself for making you cry
 I know that I really fucked it up this time
 Ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh-ooh
 I know that I really fucked it up this time
 Ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh-ooh
 I know that I really fucked it up this time