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

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Writer(s): Butch Vig, Duke Erikson, Shirley Manson, Steve Marker