Just a Mild Case of Stockholm Syndrome

Verse 1

In terms of pure aesthetics
It's like Botticelli were still alive
But as far as practicality goes
I give you two stars out of five

You never did mean to hurt me this way
No, you never mean much at all
But you weren't content to be just friends
You had to go and make me crawl

You know I really tried to make it work
But you'd make it so damn hard

Chorus

You're the worst thing that ever happened to me
So why the hell are you the one thing I'm missing?
Must be just a mild case of Stockholm Syndrome
I'm sure that the cure will be more breakup kissing

Verse 2

When I asked you if you fooled around
You laughed and asked who cares
Never thought you were that kind of girl
To split those kinds of hairs

When I said I couldn't keep it up like this
You just fixed me with a stare
You told me I could pull out anytime I want
But you weren't going nowhere