bone in your hand

This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop.
These clothes,
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same

You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out

We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head

I need this
I need this

A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged.
A hotline, a wanted ad
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had

I need this
I need this

It's crazy what you could've had
crazy what you could've had

I need this
I need this

It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had

I need this

I need this

It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had

I need this
I need this

Once upon a time
You looked so fine
Threw the bum a dime
In your prime, didn't you?
Go to him now
He calls you
You can't refuse
When you've got nothing
You've got nothing to lose
You're invincible now
You're invisible
You've got nothing to conceal