Devil's Advocate
Major League Lyrics

You could never really hate me the way I do lately
The level of self-hatred I have for myself is so intense that it surpasses any negative emotion you may have about me.

Cause I hate me
I despise myself to an immense degree.

You're so poetic
You possess a great talent for expressing emotions through words.

The words on your lips, I've already said it
The things you are saying, which seem poetic to you, are things that I have already verbalized.

I feel apathetic
I am experiencing a strong lack of interest or concern about anything.

I can see it in your eyes, you've already read it
I can tell that you have already understood how I am feeling by the way you are looking at me.

And then I felt your teeth sink in
I was betrayed by someone I trusted, and it felt as though they were attacking me, like biting into my flesh.

Behind my back, breaking open the skin again
The betrayal hurt me just as deeply as it had the first time it has happened, like reopening an old wound.

Everything that I was good for
All the strengths I had or accomplishments I achieved,

My awful display of comfort
The misguided ways in which I try to make others feel better,

Have been mixing well with the whiskey and the gin
I have been drowning my sorrows in alcohol and it is affecting the way I behave.

And all the stories that I told you
All the tales I recounted to you,

About the world outside your bedroom
Subjects about life outside of where you are comfortable,

They clutch my mind like vices
These stories weigh heavily on my mind like a vice grip.

Twisting, turning a thousand times
These stories are constantly swirling and changing in my mind.

I sold my soul for everything
I have given everything to achieve my goals, even my morals or beliefs.

I'm writing the songs that the devil sings
I am producing music that is dark and troubling; unfit for a good-hearted person to make.

The rugs swept from under my feet
My stability has been suddenly taken away from me, leaving me in a difficult position.

I'm only worth my money earned
My value as a person is solely determined by my financial success.

Every dollar you spent is a lesson learned
Each time you have paid for me, you have learned that buying my love or attention was not worth it.

You were something I could never afford to keep
You were someone I could never maintain a relationship with, despite how much I may have wanted to.

You could never really hate me, like I hate me
I am consumed by an immense self-loathing that you could never feel towards me, no matter how much you may dislike me.