Skinny Love Come on skinny love, just last the year Pour a little salt, we were never here Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall Right in the moment this order’s tall
And I told you to be patient and I told you to be fine And I told you to be balanced and I told you to be kind And in the morning I’ll be with you But it will be a different kind Cause I’ll be holding all the tickets And you’ll be owning all the fines
Come on, skinny love, what happened here Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere Sullen load is full, so slow on the split
And I told you to be patient and I told you to be fine And I told you to be balanced and I told you to be kind Now all your love is wasted, then who the hell was I? Cause now I’m breaking at the britches And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you? Who will fight? And who will fall, far behind?