Text: Chiodos. If I Cut My Hair.
You keep tugging on my shirt,
just to pull me closer.
One single step at a time.
Your skin against mine.
I can just feel you wondering.
Fit to be tied,
Fit to be tied.
Fit to be, fit to be tied.
I feel weak.
Thrown in wide open spaces.
We turn ourselves inside out,
expose what we're afraid to see.
And I know what you're thinking.
I tell myself.
I keep pulling
I keep pulling
Now grown numb.
Petrified, I think.
No, no you don't mean it.
You simply say it, because you like the way that it sounds
I feel weak.
Thrown in wide open spaces.
We turn ourselves inside out,
expose what we're afraid to see.
And I know what you're thinking.
I feel weak,
And I give up.
And I give up.
Sell it well.
C'mon and sell it, sell it.
Sell it well.
C'mon and sell it, sell it.
I feel weak
just to pull me closer.
One single step at a time.
Your skin against mine.
I can just feel you wondering.
Fit to be tied,
Fit to be tied.
Fit to be, fit to be tied.
I feel weak.
Thrown in wide open spaces.
We turn ourselves inside out,
expose what we're afraid to see.
And I know what you're thinking.
I tell myself.
I keep pulling
I keep pulling
Now grown numb.
Petrified, I think.
No, no you don't mean it.
You simply say it, because you like the way that it sounds
I feel weak.
Thrown in wide open spaces.
We turn ourselves inside out,
expose what we're afraid to see.
And I know what you're thinking.
I feel weak,
And I give up.
And I give up.
Sell it well.
C'mon and sell it, sell it.
Sell it well.
C'mon and sell it, sell it.
I feel weak
Chiodos
Chiodos
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