Lyrics

A little ink between my shoulder and my jaw Pour out a drink and sip it through a plastic straw Sink all my teeth into a million-dollar mold And have my name spelled out in gold Or could I stand to maybe show a little skin? Tear all my clothes and patch 'em up with safety pins Nobody warned me we'd get sick of centerfolds I'm getting bored or getting old So I don't feed you my heart well enough But I don't need any part of your love Go tell someone what you wish I would've done Make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something I can do And I'll paint it red If you're still unsure, let me lie for a day Before they formally announce me dead When I'm gone, cast the bronze for the bust of my head To be displayed in the library Engrave that I gave my consent To be anything that anyone prefer I be Would it be wise to play this closer to the vest? Apologize for being green or underdressed Do I imply that I'm just beautiful and blessed? I try to care, but just care less So you moan and compose a response But you don't even know what you want Go tell someone what you wish I would've done Make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something I can do And I'll paint it red If you're still unsure, let me lie for a day Before they formally announce me dead When I'm gone, cast the bronze for the bust of my head To be displayed in the library Engrave that I gave my consent To be anything that anyone prefer I be I can't show you how, I don't know enough And I'll just let you down Maybe that's a chance you'll take Make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something I can do And I'll paint it red If you're still unsure, let me lie for a day Before they formally announce me dead When I'm gone, cast the bronze for the bust of my head To be displayed in the library Engrave that I gave my consent To be anything that anyone prefer I be, yeah
Writer(s): Mark Race, Joseph Berger, Matthew Charley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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