This flower is scorched. This film is on,
on a maddening loop.
These clothes,
these clothes don't fit us right,
and I'm to blame. It's all the same.
It's all the same.
Chorus:
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 breakdowns
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, a junk garage,
a 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
Chorus:
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