Left a note on my door
"I don't owe you shit anymore"
I've been wondering when I said that you ever did
Never meant to hold on
Like a sticker on my back
You put it there to mess around, it's not funny anymore
And I'm not a baby I don't
Cry over needles in
My temples and my hands
But if you press hard
Enough I could
Take to your command
Cuz I've acclimated to how thick your words feel in my throat
My mother says that I'm paling, look me over and tell me i don't
Feel warm to you, check over my frame
"You're doing fine, I'm the one wasting away"
But I've acclimated so I'll carry you all the way home
Ooh
I know you don't mean half of the things you say to me
Never thought the voodoo doll would be your devotee
And I'm not a baby I won't whine
If you can't come by, won't wait for you
It's one thing to let the blood flow
Another altogether to find the truth
But I've acclimated to how thick your words feel in my throat
My mother says that I'm paling, look me over and tell me i don't
Feel warm to you, check over my frame
"You're doing fine, I'm the one wasting away"
But I've acclimated so I'll carry you all the way home
Why do I always choose hell over someplace new
Tear me down, stitch me up, don't I love this sadist stuff
Why do I always choose hell over someplace new
Tear me down, stitch me up, needles never do enough
