And when I feel like I'm the victim, I will come running home to you,
and I will weep like I will change, when I come running home to you

I make you believe that I'm a changed girl, that I'm honest good & pure,
then I'll drag you through my shit again, 'cos I know you'll love me more
I love how your world adores my gutter mind, this reflection says it all,
so now I will let you go my baby, let you fall

And when I feel like I'm the victim, I will come running home to you,
and I will weep like I will change, when I come running home to you

And all of your rosy scarred up wrist bands, make me crucify you more
with all of your blood, encrusted small finds,
kiss restraint & it's just cause so see the survivor in control now,
I'm the whore you knew I was, look at the changed girl good & pure, on tracy's floor