Yeah I'm neurotic, toxic, hypnotic One of these things is not what you wanted I'm your bitter twisted friend Let me circle round your head Some decisions are conscious collisions When you're on your own split whole into divisions I'm the perfect line of thread Let it circle round your head And it was all my fault But I'll stick it out to the end And it was all for love But I'll stick it out to the end The end Still you hide it, left undecided When you're all choked up and don't even deny it Let it circle round your head Let it circle round your head And it was all my fault But I'll stick it out to the end And it was all for love But I'll stick it out to the end To the end, tell me you're gone So I can just carry on To the end To the end And it was all my fault And it was all for love And it was all my fault And it was all for love And it was all my fault But I'll stick it out to the end And it was all for love But I'll stick it out to the end To the end, tell me you're gone So I can just carry on To the end To the end And it was all my fault But I'll stick it out to the end