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