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, fuck 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