[Verse 1: Rachel Bochner]
If you hated me
It'd be easier
I'd stop thinking I could make it work
I know what's coming's really gonna hurt
Or if I hated you
I would've never tried
Molding myself into a shape you'd like
Only for you to say that I look fine
It's a habit you've conditioned
Wonder if you know you're bad
Only giving me enough
To keep me on an open tab
Wanna tell you that I miss you
That I'll meet you where you're at
You wouldn't say it back 'cause
You don't want me like that

[Chorus: Rachel Bochner]
You don't want me like that
You don't want a picture of me
Sitting on your nightstand
You don't wanna touch me
In the way we both know you can
You just like the way I feel
Stuck in the palm of your hand
You don't want me likе that
[Verse 2: Xana]
Where do you get off on it?
Making prеtty girls cry
I do the extra credit but you're never satisfied
I keep you center stage while you keep me on the side
Still I'm crossing all the lines and dotting all my
I love you's
But you'll never say it too
You won't call it what it is
You just call me when you're blue
Yeah, the fantasy is cute
'Til I'm caught up on the catch
I would give you all I have but
You don't want me like that

[Chorus: Rachel Bochner & Xana]
You don't want me me like that
You don't want a picture of me
Sitting on your nightstand
You don't wanna touch me
In the way we both know you can
You just like the way I feel
Stuck in the palm of your hand
You don't want me like that
You don't want me like that
You don't want a picture of me
Sitting on your nightstand
You don't wanna touch me
In the way we both know you can
You just like the way I feel
Stuck in the palm of your hand
You don't want me like that
[Bridge: Xana & Rachel Bochner]
I stay up waiting for you
Hold my breath like one, two
On my knees bloody, bruised
Can't keep waiting
You don't want me me like that

[Chorus: Rachel Bochner & Xan]
You don't want me me like that
You don't want a picture of me
Sitting on your nightstand
You don't wanna touch me
In the way we both know you can
You just like the way I feel
Stuck in the palm of your hand
You don't want me like that
You don't want me me like that
You don't want a picture of me
Sitting on your nightstand
You don't wanna touch me
In the way we both know you can
You just like the way I feel
Stuck in the palm of your hand
You don't want me like that