Ghost Stories The Narcissist Cookbook

[Verse 1]
You asked me why I love you and I said "I don't know"
And I could tell that you were disappointed with that answer
So I carried on, said
"I mean, I've loved a lot of people in my life—or I thought I have
I guess I've written them all off when they leave
Or I leave them, you know because that means—doesn't it?
That means that it couldn't have been love to begin with
So why not just write it off?
Sorry that's not really answering your question
I mean I guess... I thought I was so fucking smart when you met me
When I was 23, I'd finally started to feel like a real person, you know?
A human being
Kept the kind of secrets real people keep
Told the kind of lies real people tell
And most exciting of all
I loved like I thought real people loved
Never really staying anywhere
Perpetually in the process of going somewhere
I thought I was dark and mysterious and fucking irresistible
Now I look back on 23-year-old me, I think
'Jesus Christ man, what a dick, what a leech treating relationships like an ice-cream factory, eating all I can handle and then throwing it all up and running away'
And, yeah, I'm not 23 anymore but I'm still me and what's more
I still wanna run away sometimes, a lot of times actually
In that stupid little way I do where I lock myself in my room
And I watch strangers play video games
'til my brain starts to leak all over the sofa
And I get high and I write and I sing and I hope it still sounds good when I'm sober—
Fuck sorry, you asked me a direct question"