Oh we could blame it on this city
Nurture beating out my better judgement
We could scream: Oh God, why did you do this?
While still leaning on bad shoulders

After all the things I've been through
Was this delusion of control?
Like using hands to hold water
It just as quickly hits the floor

Sometimes I hate you
Cause I can't get enough
I can't just simply have it all
Maybe it's my hand, with a knife at my neck
I can't just simply have it all

Sometimes just a little's enough
Maybe I'm just thinking too much

All my numbers burning red now
Just like the color of my stomach
We consume like we breathe la air
But what is it really all for?

Sometimes I hate you
Cause I can't get enough
I can't just simply have it all
Maybe it's my hand, with a knife at my neck
I can't just simply have it all

Sometimes just a little's enough
Maybe I'm just thinking too much