I'm cutting out faster faster faster
Watch the surface tension rise
Far past a quarter to five
Five minutes now and I'm a mess
A second guess, unsympathetic, stressed, obsessed
Nothing to say nothing to say
Maybe it's a sign -- you're mine
I wonder wonder, oh I wonder
Mumble mumble, my confidence just crumbles
When sickness speaks and sweetness is secondary
Mumble mumble, sniffle and stumble
And find that I was humbled long ago
Atrophied and aching, my limbs are misaligned
Limping and maligned, it's fine, I fumbled fumbled oh
One more cut you caught me, I'm walking away away away away
It's too late, it's too late, it's much too late
For one more cup of coffee, I'm cutting out faster faster
Cut a circle around my spine
Wide open now and I'm a mess
A second guess, sycophantic, stressed, obsessed
Mumble mumble, my confidence just crumbles
When sickness speaks and sweetness is secondary
Mumble mumble, sniffle and stumble
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