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

I let out when I hit the ground

I 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 corner store

Pulling out a hundred more

Get the 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?