Ooh, I think we gotta talk about Samantha She weaves and wanders the halls Says she's gotta count the stairs Are you aware there's something going on at home? Daughter on surveillance mode Finger on her mother's pulse She found her all dressed in white A color that she didn't like You put a gun to my life And then you killed all my time She gave you a trigger and a bullet I bet she thought that you'd never pull it I bet she thought that you'd never pull it Ooh, you said you lost your keys and wallet And you forgot to close the taps again We pretend that nobody I know can reach me And yours is the only place that I can go Ooh, you called me crying in the morning Said, "I really just don't know what happened" But I, I think that you did I think that you're just a kid, I think that you're just a kid And I know that you're just growing leaves And I hope you fall far from that tree I can't make everything stop spinning But whenever you feel sick, I'll be a symptom Whenever you feel sick, I'll be a symptom
Cut your teeth on me I'll be a symptom Cut your teeth on me I'll be a symptom