I wanna make the cut Spoken with a severed gut I'm tethered to a bag I'm sitting super still Focused on a fingernail I polished with a tack
Oh what a loser sound I let out when I hit the ground I never squeal like that I need some respite, please Slumber under swollen trees Let my eyes roll back
I've been loose Every night Wind me tight
Like clocks on the wall Watch as I sit and stall Not a muscle made Turning in my cage
Walk to the corner store Pulling out 100 more Get the overdraft Work at the flower shop Cleaning out an empty pot Cut my hours back, well I guess I'll walk it off I come home to an empty talk I bring the bed bugs back I'm sleeping through the siege (Ahh ahh) Let my eyes roll back
I've been loose Every night Wind me tight
Like oh my god Started when I was around Three days old Coming out so cold ‘Cause it eats a lot All of my head scum, too Mirror on the wall What's this coming to?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
