Lyrics You Don't Want Me Like That - 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
Moulded myself into a shape you'd like
Only for you to say that I looked fine, mm-mm

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

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
(You don't want me like that)

You want the leading role
And the accessory to go with it
So until you find a better fit
I'm standing in just for the hell of it (ah), kh-kh

It's a habit you've conditioned
And I know I've got it bad
Only giving me enough
To keep me on an open tab
If I told you that I missed you
Maybe you would say it back
Mean it 'til the moment passes
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

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

I can't keep waiting for you
Either way I lose
Say I'm okay, it's not true
Can't keep waiting
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

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