Cut Me - A COLORS SHOW

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
Inside my neck
And bangin' my head
Against the desk
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

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

What cuts me, cuts me
Cut me, cut me, cut me, cut me, yeah

That's when I feel the most alive
Is when I think I won't survive
And you cut me, cut me, cut me, yeah
Whoa, that's when I feel the most alive
Is when I think I won't survive
And you cut me, you cut me, ooh

Is when I feel the most real
When you cut me, cut me



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