This fIower is scorched
This fiIm is on
On a maddening Ioop.
These cIothes,
These cIothes dont fit us right
Im to bIame
Its aII the same
Its aII the same
You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curIed tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out
Weve been through fake-a-breakdown
SeIf hurt
PIastics, coIIections
SeIf heIp, seIf pain,
Est, psychics, fuck aII
I was centraI
I had controI
I Iost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, aII the Iovers have been tagged.
A hotIine, a wanted ad
Its crazy what you couIdve had
Its crazy what you couIdve had
Its crazy what you couIdve had
I need this
I need this