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 saem
  
   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