mad at myself

i'm so mad at myself

for giving in to what i want

never again

that feeling we felt

we called it love

you called it off

and i never been so mad at myself

i got this old girl i know she's trying to play me

she's like a honda

these days i drive mercedes

she's a killer

try to get inside my head

try to give her wine and bread

but she prefers the blood i bled

playing chess ain't no way i'm gonna fight fair

she's playing tricks like the vixen in my nightmares

so damn greedy

that girl is so needy

i'm the king of this game

but i think she just beat me

i never should have let you in

i needed a hit of something

high for this feeling they call love

i'm so mad at myself

for giving in to what i want

never again

that feeling we felt

we called it love

you called it off

and i never been so mad at myself

i've got your melody in my head

feels like i'm singing it wrong

then again there's nothing worse

than being addicted to a bad song

she's a fiend for attention

and i'm a guilty dealer

high for this feeling they call love

i'm so mad at myself

for giving in to what i want

never again

that feeling we felt

we called it love

you called it off

and i never been so mad at myself

so mad

so mad

oh. so mad at myself. so mad

so mad

oh. test me while you can

while you can test me

she said she likes the edge

but then she pushed me

you know how to make it hard

to walk away

i'm so mad at myself

for giving in to what i want

never again

that feeling we felt

we called it love

you called it off

and i never been so mad at myself

for giving in to what i want

never again

that feeling we felt

we called it love

you called it off

and i never been so mad at myself

so mad at myself