He turned off that annoying light
She says just to pick a fight
She knows it will make him hate her more tonight
And when he does she feels some kind of rush inside her
It's just another try
While life is passing by
He lowers Edgar Allan Poe
And says a way to go
I think you must be the dumbest girl I know
And when he does he feels some kind of rush inside her
It's just another way
To make it through the day
Yeah
I, who am I to talk about it
Who am I to know
I, sure as hell can't live without it
Who am I to know
Yeah
Who am I to know
She knows the way he slams the door
It doesn't bother anymore
The way he leaves the paper scattered on the floor
She picks it up and feels some kind of rush inside her
A picture of a king
A picture of a king
A sudden urge to sing
He's known her since she was a girl
And acted like she owned the world
But now the way she acts just makes him want to hurt
And when he does he feels some kind of rush inside her
Thinks of things to say
To make her feel
Okay
I, who am I to talk about it
Who am I to know
I, sure as hell can't live without it
Who am I to know
Yeah, who am I to know?
Who am I to know?
Who am I to know?
Who am I to know?
Who am I to know?
Who am I to know?
Who am I to know?
Who am I to know?
Who am I to know?
Who am I to know?
Who am I to know?