Sometimes I look back and think "what the hell were you thinking" when you said all those things.
Sometimes I look back and think "what the hell were you doing" when you did all those things.

Then when I get upset, I can't get upset cause you don't let me. And you don't soothe me or comfort me, but ask to be comforted. The feeling kind of sucks, you know?

Cause I seek solace and safety in your arms.