Statistics

You're a wolf, you are.
 Dressed like a fox,
 Got me tied up in knots over you
 But I think that I'm just a flavor you crave on instinct,
 'Cause you don't feel ashamed,
 But it won't make a difference.
 I've been wrong so many times.
 Let's be realistic,
 I'm only a statistic to you,
 And it hurts so deep inside.
 Maybe I'm sadistic,
 I love when you inflict it on me.
 You can take my time,
 'Cause after all, well,
 The earth's just a ball that revolves around you.
 And all my friends and family try to warn me,
 But like a moth to flame,
 Darling, lead the way,
 'Cause I'm afraid of change,
 So meet me in your bedroom.
 I've been wrong so many times.
 Let's be realistic,
 I'm only a statistic to you,
 And it hurts so deep inside.
 Maybe I'm sadistic,
 I can't get myself off of you.
 I'm only a statistic to you.
 I can't get myself off of...
 I just caught you like a disease.
 It's terminal and I'm going down.
 But you're afraid that's worse than death
 And I gotta get out of this mess.
 You're a wolf, you are.
 You are.
 (Only a statistic to you.)
 I've been wrong so many times.
 Let's be realistic,
 I'm only a statistic to you,
 And it hurts so deep inside.
 Maybe I'm sadistic,
 I can't get myself off of you.
 I'm only a statistic to you.
 I think I'm addicted to you.