it's the poison that in measures brings illuminating vision it's the knowing with a wink that we expect in Southern women
it's the wolf that knows which root to dig to eat to save itself it's the octopus that crawled back to the sea
instinct gut feeling feelings
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 the phone in your hand You come to me with your hair curled tight You come to me with positions You come to me with excuses Decked out out in a robe 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 add 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 I need this It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had I need I need this It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had I need I, I need this It's crazy what you could've had I need this It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had I need this I, I need this It's crazy what you could've had It's crazy what you could've had