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

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 paperweight, 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

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 need this, 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
(It’s crazy what you could’ve had)
(Crazy what you could’ve had)

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