Organized Chaos

Do you think you're the second coming of Jesus Christ?
Judging me like that, then you give it a try
Bend, bend, I break, it's a give and take
I'm done paying the price for all your violent mistakes

It's organized chaos, regrettable payoff
Stuck in my masochistic brain
Chronic disorder, I'm my mother's daughter
Seeing the best in the worst ways

I know you're no good for me
And I'm so sorry I wasted time that I can't get back
I know you're no good for me
It kills me slowly, every time saying this is the last
I know you're no good for me
And I'm so sorry I wasted time that I can't get back
I know you're no good for me
It kills me slowly, every time saying this is the last, this is the-

Turned to blind eyes at all the warning signs
Pyromaniac, yeah, you started the fire
Damned if I don't, damned if I do, I, I burn it all down
I'm done shape shifting for you
Maybe the best until death do us part
But it's a shame you're alive

It's organized chaos, regrettable payoff
Stuck in my masochistic brain
Chronic disorder, I'm my mother's daughter
Seeing the best in the worst ways

I know you're no good for me
And I'm so sorry I wasted time that I can't get back
I know you're no good for me
It kills me slowly, every time saying this is the last
I know you're no good for me
And I'm so sorry I wasted time that I can't get back
I know you're no good for me
It kills me slowly, every time saying this is the last, this is the-

Stuck in my masochistic brain (this is the-, this is the-, this is the-)
Seeing the best in the worst ways

I know you're no good for me
It kills me slowly, every time saying this is the last