cut my fingers off

I fear the people I love most

And a disappointed face

My unconditional blindfolds

And a life that I could waste (Ah)

Now I never sit up straight

And I don't fit the mold (Mold, mold, mold)

Crying all over ivory was never my goal

I cut my fingers right off

And you told me to reach out

But I'm all alone in my head, so I've married my doubts

Now I need someone to trust while I lie to myself

No strings attached, I need a thread

It's like I'm dead

Lone wolf

Thought I'd do better on my own (Ah)

Lost in a survival TV show

And it's so manufactured, my brain's getting louder

Rejecting the flowers

Memorized all the smells of my bed's living hell

Now my pillow is missing a cold side

I cut my fingers right off

And you told me to reach out

But I'm all alone in my head, so I've married my doubts

Now I need someone to trust while I lie to myself

No strings attached, I need a thread

It's like I'm dead