Midwest love affair I bend when I am bored,
Late-night-liquor-blue will lead me to the floor.
Can we fake it?

Can we make believe?
I'm so full of love it deeply sickens me.


But all I could do is close my eyes,
And cross my heart and hope to die,
Cause you don't $#&@ing listen,

When I'm around.
The least you could do is take it back,
All the vicious remarks and verbal attacks,

Cause I can't $#&@ing stand it,
When you're around


Midwest aftermath the rumors start to rise,
Did I truly do the things that you've described?
They must hate me, every single one,

It just sickens them what I consider fun.

But all I could do is close my eyes,

And cross my heart and hope to die,
Cause you don't $#&@ing listen,
When I'm around.

The least you could do is take it back,
All the vicious remarks and verbal attacks,
Cause I can't $#&@ing stand it,

When you're around.

But all I could do is close my eyes,

And cross my arms and hope to die,
Cause you don't $#&@ing listen,
When I'm around.

The least you could do is take it back,
All the vicious remarks and verbal attacks,
Cause I can't $#&@ing stand it,

When you're around.

No, I can't $#&@ing stand it when you're around.[x2]