Window

Soap suds slicken the mud, making new sludge

I was spilling my guts, spilling my lungs

And that's a problem in the long run

But so what? You're too much fun

And taming my tongue gets lonesome

So sink your teeth into my gums if you want some

If you want some

I could give you so much

I could tell you 'bout the things I've done

Old love and new drugs

Who I am and who I was

And who I'm bound to become

Holding a grudge like a hand grenade dud

Keeping a crutch to cripple my trust

I'd been piling up dust

But you called my bluff and hushed my fuss

Said, "Baby, enough is enough

And maybe you ain't that tough"

Well, I could give you so much

I could tell you 'bout the things I've done

Old love and new drugs

Who I am and who I was

And who I'm bound to

Yes, I could give you so much

I could tell you 'bout the things I've done

Old love, new drugs, everything I'm ashamed of

Who I am and who I was