Intro: This flower is scorched.  This film is on 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 a junk garage winter rain a honey pot.    Crazy all the lovers have been tagged.            Hotline wanted ad. It’s crazy what you could have had.                      It’s crazy what you could have had. It’s crazy what you could have had. I need this.     I need this.    It’s crazy what you could have had. It’s crazy what you could have had. I need this.  I     need this.   It’s crazy what you could have had. It’s crazy what you could have had. I need   this.     I       I    need    this.   It’s crazy what you could have had. I need   this.  I   need this. It’s crazy what you could have had. Crazy what you could have had. I need   this.  I   need this.                                Crazy what you could have had.           Crazy what you could have had.           Não consegui o solo mas a música é basicamente isso. _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Arthur H. Puhl([email protected])