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 the 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
A 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
Crazy what you could've had
I need it, 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
Crazy what you could've had
I need this, I, I need this

It's crazy what you could've had
I need it, 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
It's crazy what you could've had