My face, the floor Your back, the door My fist in the wall for the third time Now my car is a wreck I can't work the tape deck All I got are these god-awful mix cassettes That I made for your drives Back when you were still mine Back when I knew what I was doing with my life And I don't think that I can go back (Everybody thinks I'm) Hooked Yeah, you read me like a book Yeah, overbaked and undercooked Remember when you held me while I shook? Yeah, everything thinks I'm ♪ Sometimes I wish you'd talk of me The way you talk about dying Now I'm pushing down pills While I'm pushing up food Now I'm coughing up blood And singing the blues Now you're pulling me in While I'm cursing you out Still got the taste of the floor In the back of my mouth And I don't think that I can go back Yeah, everybody thinks I'm hooked Yeah, you read me like a book Yeah, overbaked and undercooked Remember when you held me while I shook? Yeah, everything thinks I'm hooked ♪ Everybody thinks I'm Everybody thinks I'm Everybody thinks I'm Everybody thinks I'm Yeah, everybody says I'm hooked Yeah, you read me like a book Yeah, overbaked and undercooked Remember when you held me while I shook? Yeah, everything thinks I'm hooked (Everybody thinks I'm) (Everybody thinks I'm) (Everybody thinks I'm) (Everybody thinks I'm) (Everybody thinks I'm) (Everybody thinks I'm) (Everybody thinks I'm) (Everybody thinks I'm)