Stitches

Flu
It all hits you like the flu
When there is nothing left to do
And there is nothing left to lose but you
Apologetic

Pints at a time
I need this stitch

Flu
It all hits you like the flu
When there is nothing left to do
And there is nothing left to lose but you
Apologetic

Pints at a time
I need this stitch

And I can hear you scratching stitches
And we think about feelings cause theyre my feelings
Could we talk about spirits
If we're allright

I'm not some motherfucking genie in a bottle
You can't rub me the right way what way anyway is a bad way
You start talking shit and we're gonna set the cards straight
Day by day night by fucking night
I will wait and I will scream in pain

You can't understand what your bringing to me
Until you're down with my new philosophy
It's one big world full of shit and I'm sick of it
Everything around me is so plain
I can't adjust to anything and my oxygens depleting
I would stand up for you but we're out of time

And we're allright