(If I get the chance)
Both my bleeding hands inform me
Of my greater plans and let me go
(Once I show the scars)
Now my grubby paws disgust me
I can't keep 'em off my bottom teeth
(Tried on those old slippers)
Guess I just missed the feeling
(He appeared on the wrong shoulder)
And you know what he told me?
(He said your friends like you better)
When you're fucked up and lonely
Well, you're fucked up and lonely
Admit it, you owe me
