Histrionix Lyrics

I took off my shoes to yell at you

Two AM, cold pavement

Cried sociopath, then took it right back

Was it just my pot calling your kettle black?

Your kettle black

I swung the chair, hit the TV

I got his head, it made him bleed

When he held me down, he looked so proud

Was it payback for all the times I put him down

Was my laughing just too loud?

I got a history of histrionics

It's not good for me

But boy I cannot quit

There's a tempest in my little teacup

I'd be empty if my rage couldn't fill it up

I stole the bed trying to get close you

You kicked your leg, it made me move

Looked at the door then looked at you

I should've left but I wanted to be cruel

Tell you I never wanted you

Man child at forty-two

You're always gonna lose

He picked me up in his car

He was sweet I felt a spark

So I led him up the stairs

Took off my dress, he saw the wound still there

He ran back down for his first aid kit

But I locked him out before he could make a stitch

Some wounds they can't be fixed

I got a history of histrionics

It's not good for me

But boy I cannot quit

There's a tempest in my little teacup

I'd be empty if my rage couldn't fill it up

Alone we die, alone we're born

I've learned to love being lovelorn

Ten thousand tears on my bathroom floor

I'd rather drown if I can't be adored

Cause what the hell's all this for

I got a history of histrionics

It's not good for me

But boy I cannot quit

There's a tempest in my little teacup

I'd be empty if my pain couldn't fill it up