Addicted to Her Sadness

She could storm out and pack all her stuff when it doesn't work Put a knife in my back and I still would be next to her I've been fucked up, broken, still not over Point a gun to my heart and I still would have put her first I fell in love with the freckles and the flaws The way she move her hands Bet she'll be the death of me, oh I know, oh-oh I'm addicted to her sadness Go ahead and call it madness She makes everything dramatic But I love her like a maniac My friends say she's not good for me but I don't believe them If they don't see that we're for real then I don't really need them anymore Always carry the bag that she got from the family, mhm Everyone that she trusted turned her life into agony She's been fucked up, broken Still not sober She cut off all the strings with her friends, but she still got me I fell in love with the freckles and the flaws The way she move her hands Bet she'll be the death of me, oh I know I'm addicted to her sadness Go ahead and call it madness She makes everything dramatic But I love her like a maniac My friends say she's not good for me but I don't believe them If they don't see that we're for real then I don't really need them anymore I don't think she understands What she's doing with my head Same old sweater in my bed 'Til I met her I will probably be dead And do anything she says Take me with her to the edge And I'll let her I'm addicted to her sadness Go ahead and call it madness She makes everything dramatic But I love her like a maniac My friends say she's not good for me but I don't believe them If they don't see that we're for real then I don't really need them anymore Don't really need them anymore Don't really need them