It opened up Pandora's box
And it all came rushin' out like water
Trapped inside a pressurised valve
I lay crooked on the stairs
Pickin' fights with my reflection
Tryna' pry out some answers from that idiot
I spend many days takin' walks around the house that
You and I spent all our adolescent nights
You hurt my heart and subsequently I hurt others
And I'm no further than I was before
God you really got the better of me
God you really got the better of me
And I hated you
I was so jealous of your standin'
And I envied your happy family
Oh, I looked like shit
Stuck in all my vice rotations
Tryna' find light in every broken soul
I convinced myself that you were just another chemical
I needed to be sweated out
Until I saw you on the beach
Flashin' smiles at every passerby
That caught your beautiful eye
God you really got the better of me
God you really got the better of me
God you really got the better of me
God you really got the better of me
God you really got the better of me
God you really got the better of me
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