This flower is scorched. This film is on, 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, fuck all.
I was central. I had control. I lost my head. I need this. I need this.
A paper weight, a junk garage, winter rain, a honey pot.
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged. Hotline, wanted ad.
It's crazy what you could have had.
It's crazy what you could have had.
It's crazy what you could have had.
I need this. I need this.
It's crazy what you could have had.
It's crazy what you could have had.
I need this. I need this.
It's crazy what you could have had.
It's crazy what you could have had.
I need this. I, I need this.
It's crazy what you could have had.
I need this. I need this.
It's crazy what you could have had.
Crazy what you could have had.
I need this. I need this.
Crazy what you could have had.
Crazy what you could have had.
Não consegui o solo, mas a música é basicamente isso.