A Symptom

Lyrics

It's a compulsion, really out of my hands To tell you all about you making all the wrong plans But I grind my teeth, and I'll pick at this scar Anything to make it through a night at the bar Leave me with flat teeth, with fresh wounds, another nervous tic Please leave me on the kitchen floor, with my dignity while I get sick Clean me out like an open sore Say it's me that makes you a whore Go ahead blame the moon and sun, then deny Because that's what makes this fun You're just a symptom You're just a symptom You're just, you're just a symptom You're just a symptom, you're just You're just a symptom Just a symptom Clean me out like an open sore Say it's me that makes you a whore Go ahead blame the moon and sun, then deny Because that's what makes this fun