All of the pink as it runs down the canvas
Stripping on down, down, down
As it hits close to the edge
Piles trying to keep holding on
Oh no
But the pressure can't hold on for long
Not anymore
So drop, drip, drop
Like the line I drew for you
It carries on dancing
So beautifully
I suppose there are black stains on the painting
Where I have been
Oh no, again
There will be rain to wash them away in time
But not today
They will stay
Oh no
Stripping
Oh
You are my artwork
Ration of anxiety
Stripping
Oh
You are my artwork
Ration of anxiety
I have no gift
I have no gift
I have no gift
I have no feelings, how can it be hard for you to see?
Comprehend that you were an experiment and just a project for me
All my mind and all my heart, they came along and pleased so eagerly
All my nights, I fantasize how you were fat, but did you know?
Oh no
Strike the bone
You are my awkward
Ration of anxiety
Strike the bone
You are my awkward

You are my awkward
Ration of anxiety
Strike the bone
Strike the bone
You are my awkward
Ration of anxiety
Strike the bone
You are my awkward
Ration of anxiety


Ration of anxiety