Cut Me

When I'm weary
And so worn out
Ooh, when my mind's clouded and
Filled with doubt
That's when I feel
The most alive
Masochistic kisses
Are how I thrive

A stiffness
(In) Side my neck
(And) Bangin' my head
(A) Gainst the desk
(Woah) If there's no pain
(Is) There any progress

That's when I feel
The most alive
Endurance
Is the source of my pride

Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me

Guess I'm a true immigrant son
No vacancies, no vacations
Sure, I could do better than this
But I don't, I won't, I don't

Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me

Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me

Hurt me, hurt me
Hurt me, hurt me



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Lopatin, Moses Sumney, Harry Burgess, Tom Howe, Steven Wells, Timothy Slater
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