Binging... then OUT...!
Do you wanna taste me, tear me from the bind, I'll be your gun, you love, my taste will "blow your mind!" Gaping wide open, pouring from the brim, a cloudy layer, your window's going dim. Farewells are still ugly, so I'll kiss you goodnight, I hate you, but I'd do anything, just to make it right. A million people, have said the same pretty words, but you have that special poison, that really makes it hurt. Tell me something I haven't heard, C'mon, baby... blow me away, have a stick of dynamite screaming, "It's not okay!" I'm THE oblivion, all mixed up inside, you tried to fix me, well, yeah... you TRIED...
Tight lacing
Mild grip
Up on strings
Made to strip
Binging, purging
Shed the weight
Erase the curves
Made to degrade
Lay on the bed
Suck it in
Zip, button, POP!
Try it again
Target weight
On its way
No more eating
Gotta stay
Hour blass figure
I need more control
Get a grip on this
Or I'll have nothing to show...
I'm listening to an old song... I haven't heard this in forever... It's from way back in the day... it makes me sad... but I've had a bad week... No matter what... I can laugh... but it doesn't make me happy... it's just this little noise coming from this little person... it's a bland, dull laugh... nothing like I used to have... just stuck in this little oblivion called here...
Tight lacing
Mild grip
Up on strings
Made to strip
Binging, purging
Shed the weight
Erase the curves
Made to degrade
Lay on the bed
Suck it in
Zip, button, POP!
Try it again
Target weight
On its way
No more eating
Gotta stay
Hour blass figure
I need more control
Get a grip on this
Or I'll have nothing to show...
I'm listening to an old song... I haven't heard this in forever... It's from way back in the day... it makes me sad... but I've had a bad week... No matter what... I can laugh... but it doesn't make me happy... it's just this little noise coming from this little person... it's a bland, dull laugh... nothing like I used to have... just stuck in this little oblivion called here...