BABY TEETH

Whatcha thinking 'bout, boy?

Picturing my insides outside of me?

Did you think that I would need more?

Did you forget my own knife could cut me?

I'm getting used to it, pain is temporary

There won't ever be room for happy memories

I'm getting used to it, despair is so contagious

You can take everything, I don't need it anyway

Hey

It isn't fair

And it will never be

Hey

Dust in the air

Is all that we'll ever be

Ever be

I can't pretend anymore

I can't pretend any-

If no one cares it's not a tragedy

I can't think of this anymore

Sympathy's earned, sympathy hurts

I'm getting used to it, rip my womb outside of me

I'm as pure, I'm as pure as gasoline

I don't need you, I don't need you

Cut myself to prove, I don't need you anyway

Hey

It isn't fair

And it will never be

Hey

Dust in the air

Hey

Hey

Hey

It isn't fair

And it will never be

Hey

Dust in the air

Is all that we'll ever be