I got these physical, these physical scars
They don’t care where you’re from or whoever you are
They got their eyes on you
But who knew you wouldn’t get very far
They come with me everywhere I go
In order to let it show
Don’t condition my brain with it
Or get upset when you think I miss, I don’t
I’m not a slave for your love
Sadistic love
I’m thinking ‘bout love
Your misfit love
I got these cynical, these cynical friends
They don’t do me no good
They just give me the bends
They haunt me everywhere I go
I’m not gonna let it show
Or make it easy to, to get to me
My phones ringing off the shelf
Don’t get stuck in a daze or tissy
Or get enraged when you think I’m pretty, I don’t
I’m not a fool for your love
Sadistic love
I’m thinking ‘bout love
Your misfit love
What if was and was always gonna be
Like it came from above
Or constant undertow
Will you smother me in love?
Misfit, misfit, sadistic misfit, misfit
Sadistic misfit, misfit, sadistic misfit, misfit
Sadistic misfit, misfit, sadistic misfit, misfit
Sadistic misfit, misfit, sadistic misfit, misfit
Sadistic love, I’m talkin’ bout love, your misfit love
I’m thinkin’ bout love, sadistic love
I’m talkin’ bout love, your misfit love
I’m thinkin’ bout love, sadistic love
I’m talkin’ bout love, your misfit love
