[Verse]
Are you mad at me, did I do something?
I bet whatever it is is a dumb thing
I know whatever I did wasn’t nothing
I’m angry not at you but the adrenaline was coming
I love you, do you hate me? My hearts pumping
And if this was a rock song my drummer would be drumming
And I’d be playing guitar, strumming
The singer wouldn’t be singing, more like humming
If I lashed out what would one think
In general, hypothetically, I’m just bluffing