You’re too stubborn to ever come down,
Too restless to stick around,
Too hippie-chick to hear what your heart does,
You’re too jealous to stay in love,
You’re too tall for me to ever try to take,
You’re too fragile to ever want to break,
Should I cry for you?
Should I lie for you?
Should I throw a pity party and invite my sorry life too?
You might as well end ourselves,
You might as well end ourselves,
Miss Understanding, you’re my favourite thing.
Too hindered all to be alone,
Too vicious for me to ever want to come home,
Too forgiven to ever let go,
Too smart to ever let me know,
Too lovely to ever lay it on,
You’re too handsome to be so strong,
Should I cry for you?
Should I try for you?
Should I bust this violin over your hard head, my friend?
You might as well end ourselves,
You might as well end ourselves,
You might as well end ourselves,
Miss Understanding, you’re my favourite thing,
Miss Understanding, you’re my favourite thing.
You know, I know, you know,
I know you want to know what it’s like to be free,
You know, I know, you know,
I know you want to know what it’s like to be free,
You know, I know, you know,
I know you want to know what it’s like to be free,
You know, I know, you know,
I know you want to know what it’s like to be free,
You know, I know, you know,
I know you want to know what it’s like to be free,
You know, I know, you know,
I know you want to know what it’s like to be free,
You know, I know, you know,
I know you want to know what it’s like to be free.
