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

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

Never thought you were that kind of girl
To split those kinds of hairs

You know I really tried to make it work
But you'd make it so damn hard
I could pull out anytime, you said with a smile
But I feared those teeth would leave a scar