This flower is scorched
This film is on, it's on a maddening loop
These clothes, these clothes don't fit us right

And 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

A winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged


A hot line, 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


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


It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had

I need this, I need this

It's crazy what you could've had

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