My Persecution Complex

Something is hidden in the dark behind this picture
That we never wish to trace
And when was it last that you barely restrained the desire
For to punch in my face?

These days we only ever talk to fight
And I know we may never quite stitch this back together
But you ought to know that I love you so and still
And so and still
Still and so

Something is lost, this much is clear
And I don't know what either of us expects
Or even if we stand a chance in the face our occasional cruelties
And my persecution complex

These days we only ever talk to fight
And I know we may never quite stitch this back together
But you ought to know that I love you so and still
And so and still
Still and so

These days we only ever talk to fight
And I know we may never quite stitch this back together
But you ought to know
(Run, run, run away, run away)
(Run, run, run away, run away)
I love you so
(Run, run, run away, run away)