Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I love it, wait where you going?

It's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more that I suffer

And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe

But that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie

It controls you both

Now you get to watch her leave out the window, guess that's why they call it window

High of a love, drunk from my hate

Told you this is my fault

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry

She's Lois Lane

I'm tired of the games