No

Tore my hair out from the roots

Planted them in someone's garden

Then I waited for the shoots

Then I waited for the shoots

Bit my nails down to the quick

Worrying myself sick about you

Tearing facial masks in bed

What kind of sequel is this that you dread

Tear a strip from your dress

Wrap my arms in it

Tear a strip from your dress

Wrap my arms in it

Shaved and cut myself again

Should have let it slip down further

Crushing sour stones taste sour

Every minute hears a medal

No no no no

Tear a strip from your dress

Wrap my arms in it

Wrap my arms in it

Tear a strip from your dress

Wrap my arms, wrap my arms in it