Of buttons and levers and beehives …

I couldn’t believe, “What was on your mind ?
Would you explain to me why I should find someone
else's button on the edge of the bedside?” 
You look at me just like there’s nothing that you hide. I used to push your buttons but its something that you’d said was “Mine”.
If this is nothing, then, I swear! “I’m sorry, but I used to be a friend of your body.”

And maybe I’m wrong but I’m feeling so afraid of what you've done.
Yeah, maybe I’m wrong but I hope that you know just what opens when we shut.
And maybe you never did believe, or maybe you
wanted everything . 
Or maybe, I’m wrong . But I’m feeling so ashamed and I know , always, that when a lever pulls away, you will have rid yourself of all the love to make emptiness, ’cause here I am,
yes, here I am today…

And as [bad word] for good on the inside, we're picking but the
pieces were infected by housewives that seemed to make their way
in every corner of our lives, with: “You’re wrong!
You're wrong! You're wrongs, Oh!”

And I know I’ve got nothin’ left that I could hide.
If someone's got the time to tell us how we should live our lives,
what I think , watch you feel, what should know is :
they’re wrong! they’re wrong, when they’re wrong.

Oh! ‘cause when a leaver pulls away, you have convinced yourself
that all the love was meaningless, a past regret, a promissory mistake.
‘Cause when a leaver pulls away
 you will forsake all of the lies
because they’re meaningless ‘cause here I am!

Yes, here I am and I’ve been down under, weepin’ all over,
pushin’ your weight on the back of my shoulders 
and drivin around til the whole [bad word] town could see, that, I believe that you’re the same
‘cause when you bend down under, reachin all over, putting your legs on the back of their shoulders 
and drivin em down til the whole [bad word] town could see, that, I believe that you’re the same to me.

Yes, I believe that you're the same to me. Oh, I believe that you’re
the same to me, so maybe I’m wrong and just feeling so afraid of
what's [bad word]  Yes, maybe I’m wrong, but I hope that you know just
what opens when we…

Oh, what you wanna say to me?
Yeah, what you gonna say to me?
What are you gonna say to me?