Devil's Advocate - Major League

You could never really hate me the way I do lately

Cause I hate me

You’re so poetic

The words on your lips, I’ve already said it

I feel apathetic

I can see it in you eyes, you’ve already read it

And then I felt your teeth sink in

Behind my back, breaking open the skin again

Everything that I was good for

My awful display of comfort

Have been mixing well with the whiskey and the gin

And all the stories that I told you

About the world outside your bedroom

They clutch my mind like vices

Twisting, turning a thousand times

I sold my soul for everything

I’m writing the songs that the devil sings

The rugs swept from under my feet

I’m only worth my money earned

Every dollar you spent is a lesson learned

You were something I could never afford to keep

You could never really hate me, like I hate me