Stitches

You're suffering a broken fool Don't have to do it, but you wanted to I wait for you to bring the glue Suffocating from the sneak attack Don't look back It's a trap I made a friend the other day His banter cracks me up Split down the sides, I start to cry In stitches but bleeding out Don't look back Baby's, tattoo Can't sing, can you? Yeah I came, too soon Filthy, but true Ancient, taboo New jokes, same rules Yeah We're not supposed to be up here Introverted with a fear of heights We jump for joy to see the view Understated but the crowd went wild We want more Don't look down Yeah Still suffering a broken fool Don't have to do it, but you wanted to I wait for you to bring the glue Suffocating from the sneak attack We want more Mummy's guns don't shoot Can't sing, can you? Yeah