Wolves

I was busy picking up the pieces of my broken heart I stand accused and maybe, on reflection, got a little cruel I was too brash for you, I moved too fast, perhaps a little rude I know I was a jerk and impolite, I was loud No one can say That I didn't need you That I didn't want you That I didn't love you No one can say That I didn't need you That I didn't want you That I didn't love you Which one of my two wolves will I give my attention to tonight? Which one will I decide to feed? Which one will I decide to fight? I was impulsive, I confess, talked a lot behind your back I was judgemental, played too cool, I was not so nice No one can say That I didn't need you That I didn't want you That I didn't love you No one can say That I didn't need you That I didn't want you That I didn't love you We were young and we loved attention We were drunk and we loved attention We were sad and we loved attention We were scared and we loved attention Our kind of God, He's a crazy kind of God Our kind of God, He's a crazy kind of God No one can say That I didn't need you That I didn't want you That I didn't love you No one can say That I didn't need you That I didn't want you That I didn't love you That I didn't love you No one can say That I didn't love you No one can say No one can say No one can say No one can say No one can say No one can Our kind of God, He's a crazy kind of God