'This is a very sad song indeed'

This flower is scorched
This film is on
Is on a maddening loop
These clothes
These clothes don't fit us right
And 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 hot line
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

It's crazy what you could've had
It's 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
I need this
I need this

It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this