want me to stroke your ego
nothing that you wouldn't do
lie to get back in my room
'cause that's what narcissists do
say it's hard to breathe inside my ocean
i give you the deep but your still floating
you would let me drown to save your own life
don't think i can't see your soul is soaking
everything is always about you
you tell me you're a book that i misread
you just wanna tell me what to do
want me to stroke your ego
nothing that you wouldn't do
lie to get back in my room
'cause that's what narcissists do
gather all your money make a symphony
i looked it over and the thing got steeper
and even though you wanted me sweet you could call me savory
you're treading water and the thing got deeper
everything is always about you
you tell me you're a book that i misread
you just wanna tell me what to do
tell me you're so good at it
you say you don't wanna quit
you say you won't run out of love
say you got enough of it for two
you been telling me - now i'm afraid
you running up to the table invited
you want a taste of my own lemonade
want me to stroke your ego
nothing that you wouldn't do
lie to get back in my room
'cause that's what narcissists do