Mmm, wanna make the cut Spoken with a severed cut
I'm tethered to a bag, uh Sitting super still
Fixed on a fingernail I polished with a tag
What a loser sound Let out when I hit the ground
Never squeal like that I need some recipe, please
Thumb up under swathed trees Let my eyes roll back
I've been bruised
Every night
Wind me tight
Light clocks on the wall
Watch as I sit in the stove
Mmm, not a muscle, mate
Turning in my cage
Walk to the corner store Pulling out a hundred more
Get the overdraft
I work at the flower shop Cleaning out an empty pot
Got my hours back
I guess I walk it off I come home to an empty talk
Bring the bed bugs back
I'm sleeping through the siege
Let my eyes roll back
I've been bruised
Every night
Wind me tight
Like, oh my god
Started when I was around
Mmm, three days old
Coming out so cold
Cause it eats a lot
All of my hits come in two
Mmm, mirror on the wall
What's this coming to?
What's this coming to?
What's this coming over?




Baby, what good's it doing?
Nothing like that
Nothing's good

I ruined everything
Leave the minim