One, two, three, four
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 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 paperweight, 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 it
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.
