A lot of fun writing this one. Very Weezer. Hey, I got overwhelmed Always there to catch you if you fell I've had enough You believe you're fucked up beyond all help And I can't fix all that I saw the demon in your eye Couldn't shake all the sorrow From your mind I know love is not something I must kill myself To keep propped up Take and take I bend till I break there's nothing to say but You gotta sort your shit out You're a nice guy With such potential But you're fucking mental You gotta sort your shit out You were my missing piece I even thought That maybe you could be The one and we could settle down And make it work But it won't work Cause I care I hope you get the care you need But I can't ride your wild moods and be Okay, I'm your lover not your punching bag So please fuck off