歌词
Body, sprawled out at the end of my bed
Let the blood slowly run to my head
And when my face turns red, I'll forget the words you said
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And I don't feel a thing, so I continue to tighten the string
And when my finger turns blue, maybe I'll forget about you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And I don't fit in my jeans, and when I get pissed, I rip at the seams
Of the patch sewn to my back to keep the shaking at bay
And hold me in the lines of the highway
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, leave the TV on so I can hear the sounds
It helps to fill the void of voices in my house
But you listen over noise to hear my doubts
Let it pool, collect, submerge
The white hot pain, and the urge
Might as well go and gut me with a knife
Before I melt the wings that gave me flight
Written by: Gyllian I Mullen
