1, 2, 3, 4
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
Are ducked out in a row
You wear me out, you wear me out
We've been through fake 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
Hot line, a wanted add
Crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need the, I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
Crazy what you could've had
I need the, 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
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
Crazy what you could've had
Crazy what you could've had
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