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  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 paper weight, 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