Guilty Pleasure

[Verse 1]
This all is impossible, yeah
Never know how much it means to you
You're holding off, I don’t know where to leave
Now there are things that you wanna know about me
And you don't care 'cause nobody cares
If this is not their own thing, nobody cares
Every time I try, I’m just gonna chop it up, chop it up

[Chorus]
I got my head together, it's no better
This is no more than a guilty pleasure, and

[Verse 2]
Oh, I know everything we've come to expect
Isn't as good as the next thing at all
I know your type and you wanna be, wanna be
But I'm not chopping anymore
I am so tired of editing my life
How do we know what is really good?
So let's keep it all

[Chorus]
I got my head together, it's no better
This is no more than a guilty pleasure, and
I got my head together, it's no better
Oh