Yeah I'm neurotic, toxic, hypnotic
One of these things is not what you wanted
I'm your bitter twisted friend
Let me circle round your head
Some decisions are conscious collisions
When you're on your own split whole into divisions
I'm the perfect line of thread
Let it circle round your head

And it was all my fault
But I'll stick it out to the end
And it was all for love
But I'll stick it out to the end
The end

Still you hide it, left undecided
When you're all choked up and don't even deny it
Let it circle round your head
Let it circle round your head

And it was all my fault
But I'll stick it out to the end
And it was all for love
But I'll stick it out to the end
To the end, tell me you're gone
So I can just carry on
To the end
To the end

And it was all my fault
And it was all for love
And it was all my fault
And it was all for love

And it was all my fault
But I'll stick it out to the end
And it was all for love
But I'll stick it out to the end
To the end, tell me you're gone
So I can just carry on
To the end
To the end

And it was all my fault
But I'll stick it out to the end