Scotchka - Don't Cut Too Deep

Psychopathic needs of intervention
Keep calloused hands, crawling, in your general direction
Psychopathic appeals for attention
It hurts when I'm thinking, hurts when I'm thinking
All your confidence is false
If I'm dishonest, there's no one I'd rather lie to
Where have you gone
Are you happy with the human, you've become now
I bet you're having fun
Just wait till they get to know you, even the buzz will move on
Why can't you fall asleep
It hurts when I'm dreaming, hurts when I'm dreaming
I wasn't the one to get scars on your flowers
I sat by the window
I watched it all, pan out
Hex me underneath your breath, I'm well out of earshot
The brightest spark in my hearts, now
The darkest place in my thoughts
So long though, I'll see you in my sleep
And you can cut yourself
If that makes you happy
This is the new you I've watched develop from the start
I'll be hounding somebody else now
Go smoke your pot
Psychopathic hopes of independence
Keeps you running from mother, and her baby bottles
Dad can't decide, divorce or alcohol
Psychopathic hopes of resurrection
Keeps me bandaged, this bleeding heart won't quit yet
I wasn't the one to get scars on your flowers
I sat by the window
I watched it all, pan out
Hex me underneath your breath, I'm well out of earshot
The brightest spark in my hearts, now
The darkest place in my
Hell
Alright!

Written by:
Brian Fahey, Dominick Murdock, Jacob Hite, Maiya Campbell

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