Cutoff

Cut off at the stem, a seedless product

Starving to live, or else I'm fucked

Cut off at the stem, a seedless product

Starving to live, or else I'm fucked

When the season ends, you're the relief

But that can never change my winter grief

When the season ends, you're the relief

But that can never change my winter grief

Cut off at the stem

Cut off at the stem, oh

Cut off at the stem, oh

Cut off at the stem, oh

Cut off at the stem

And an angel once told me stories that I would pull through

Cut off at the stem

And an angel told me stories of you, that must mean

Cut off at the stem

And an angel once told me that I will pull, I will pull through

Cut off at the stem

And an angel told me stories of you

That must mean that I will pull through

Pressure is heavy

Moods are unstable

Money is power

Love is unable

To find your roots amidst the commotion

To find yourself or to lose your devotion

To find your roots amidst the commotion

To find yourself or to lose your devotion

Cut off at the stem

Cut off at the stem, oh

Cut off at the stem, mmm

Cut off at the stem, oh

Cut off at the stem

And it makes me feel like you don't

Fucking love me no more, baby, it's true

Cut off at the stem

And an angel told me once that I will pull through

Like E without a B, I know

The whole wide world is a brand new story

Type not written, this way it's so boring

Creativity is lost in all its glory

Cut off at the stem

Cut off at the stem, oh

Cut off at the stem, mmm

Cut off at the stem, oh

Cut off at the stem

And it makes me feel like you don't

Fucking love me no more, baby, it's true

Cut off at the stem

And an angel told me once that I will pull through