Come on skinny love just last the year,
Pour a little salt you were never here,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my…
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my…
Right in the moment this order's tall.
And I told you to be balanced,
And in the morning I'll be with you,
But it will be a different kind,
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets,
And you'll be owning all the fines.
Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my…
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split.
And I told you to be balanced,
And now all your love is wasted,
'Cause now I'm breaking at the britches,
And at the end of all your lies.