Lyrics

Tore my hair out from the roots Planted them in someone's garden Then I waited for the shoots Then I waited for the shoots Bit my nails down to the quick Worrying myself sick about you Tearing facial marks in bed What kind of sequel is this that you dread Tear a strip from your dress Wrap my arms in it Tear a strip from your dress Wrap my arms in it Shaved and cut myself again Should have let it slip down further Crushing sour stones taste sour Every minute here's a medal No no no no Tear a strip from your dress Wrap my arms in it Tear a strip from your dress Wrap my arms in it Tear a strip from your dress Wrap my arms, wrap my arms in it