Lyrics
[Verse 1] Got a habit of predictin’ how the ending goes Before we even start I’m already lookin’ for the exit doors Selective with affection, got a record of defective hope Inspectin’ every sentence for intentions that were never spoke Shit’s gettin’ complicated, I’m a walkin’ contradiction Got a doctorate in doubt and an addiction to suspicion Every conversation turns into a deposition Cross examin’ affection till there’s nothin’ left to question Fuck a first impression, I got twenty reservations Overthink a simple text and call it observation Got a million explanations for a basic situation Still can’t tell you why the fuck I need another confirmation I can read a room, I can feel a mood shift Catch a little hesitation, make a whole fuckin’ blueprint Then I sit and get pissed at the shit that I imagined Turn a perfectly good evening into somethin’ fuckin’ tragic [Chorus] What’s the price of an explanation? Why the fuck’s it an investigation? Every answer needs another confirmation Turn a conversation into litigation Win the case and lose the whole relation Still I’m searchin’ for the combination Some equation for a little validation Got a head full of useless information I can prove my point with perfect articulation But I can’t calculate the cost of bein’ right [Verse 2] I’m analytical, critical, difficult, cynical Turnin’ every interaction into somethin’ fuckin’ clinical Typical, isn’t it? I swear I’m bein’ logical But half the shit I’m worried ‘bout ain’t even fuckin’ probable Got a talent for detectin’ when the temperature is changin’ Read a facial expression, make a hundred accusations Then I’m sittin’ there complainin’ that nobody understands me While the person tryna love me’s gettin’ tired of explainin’ That’s the irony, ain’t it? I can spot a fuckin’ problem before anybody names it But I can’t leave it alone, gotta push until I break it Then I stand there actin’ shocked when they finally lose their patience What a waste of an evening What a way to lose somebody while they’re sittin’ there breathin’ What a strange fuckin’ achievement Got the answer to a question that nobody was needin’ [Final Chorus] What’s the price of an explanation? Why the fuck’s it an investigation? Every answer needs another confirmation Turn a conversation into litigation Win the case and lose the whole relation Still I’m searchin’ for the combination Some equation for a little validation Got a head full of useless information I can prove my point with perfect articulation But I can’t calculate the cost of bein’ right