You said you didn’t need me but you did
You said you didn’t want me. but you do
it’s kinda like a comedy
First you kiss me and then say we’re through

I say you’ve got some issues, Yeag you do
Some things you gotta work through, you really do
It’s sorta like a talk show
No wait, a freak show when the freak is you

I’m the smoke from your fire
I’m that guy you can trust
I’m a chord on your guitar
I’m that girl you can’t shut up
I’m the blood you might need
In your car when you speed
In that cigarette you breathe
you can’t get rid of me

You said I wasn’t funny when you laughed
you said I couldn’t drive fast, then you crashed
Funny how it works out with your big mouth
You’ll always get it back

You thought you had me worked out, you’re not deep
Mr. I screw about, you’re still a creep
At best you could’ve confessed that you’re A big mess
And that you’re so damn weak

I’m the smoke from your fire
I’m that guy you can trust
I’m a chord on your guitar
I’m that girl you can’t shut up
I’m the blood you might need
In your car when you speed
In that cigarette you breathe
You can’t get rid of me

And still I try and justify
try and let this die, you’ll never say goodbye
I can’t quite rub it in your face
Just in three more days I’ll send you home to cry

I’m the blood you might need
in your car when you speed
In that cigarettte you breathe
You can’t get rid of me