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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