You call yourself a whore, you're gaunt and miserable
You pass your fingers like you're dealing cards
There's nothing wrong with that
You feel the burn, It's wearing out
The smoky candle starts to smell
Your lungs are fried
Your eyes are shot
Your limbs are idle on the floor
♪
Take it slow, don't go too fast
Your body might give prematurely
I've seen faces come and go
But none as jagged as your cheeks
Call me up and sing to me
Make me feel trusted and wanted
Like I'm wrapped inside your blanket
♪
Let's figure it out
Just figure it out