Loose

I wanna make the cut Spoken with a severed gut I'm tethered to a bag I'm sitting super still Focused on a fingernail I polished with a tack Oh, what a loser sound Let out when I hit the ground Never squeal like that I need some respite, please Slumber under swollen trees Let my eyes roll back I've been loose Every night Wind me tight Like clocks on the wall Watch as I sit and stall Not a muscle made Turning in my cage Walk to the cornеr store Pulling out 100 more Get thе overdraft I work at the flower shop Cleaning out an empty pot Cut my hours back, well I guess I'll walk it off I come home to an empty talk I bring the bed bugs back I'm sleeping through the siege (Ahh, ahh) Let my eyes roll back I've been loose Every night Wind me tight Like, oh my god Started when I was around Three days old Coming out so cold 'Cause it eats a lot All of my head scum, too Mirror on the wall What's this coming to?