Coming back like I know I'll win I twist and turn but I'll never get the logic in it I could hear from a mile away You scream my name But both of us get paranoid and jealous Passive aggressive You know how to sell it Something, something feels wrong What's the point in watching a comedy if you're not gonna laugh? Coming back with a grade A plan We charge and joust but we never wrap our heads around it I could hear from a mile away You curse my name So everyone gets paranoid and jealous Passive aggressive You know how to sell it Manic depressive What's the point in breathing if you don't like the taste of air?