This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop.

These clothes,
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame

It's all the same
It's all the same


You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled 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

We've been through fake-a-breakdown

Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,

EST, psychics, $#&@ all
I was central
I had control

I lost my head
I need this
I need this

A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.

A hotline, a wanted ad
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had

It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this