I Fucked the World to Get You to Love Me Songtext
von Occurrence

His gaze is nothing that you haven′t felt before
He'll take you out for dinner then present the bill
His hands possess a smoothness caused by lack of work
You think that it won′t bug you, oh, but sure it will

It's not my fault
It's not my fault
It′s not my fault
It′s not my fault


His mouth make smacking sounds most every time he eats
His lack of hygiene makes the toughest nose recoil
His stories go nowhere and always on repeat
The slightest faux pas makes your blood begin to boil

It's not my fault
It′s not my fault
It's not my fault
It′s not my fault

Your every impulse tells you that you need to go
His pocket's full of old excuses to expend
And when that fails, he tries the only thing he knows
And then you can′t resist and you fall back again

It's not my fault


I fucked the world to get you to love me
I fucked the world to get you to love me
I fucked the world