Little Lamb

I've got gum disease
I'm scared all my gums are gon' recede
I'm scared that you are still mad at me
I'm scared if I take the plaster off, it will bleed

There is no quick fix
I left it too long in my ditch
Doctor, can you fix it up with a stitch?
I'm craving structure in this mix, I

I fear I'm leaking out
Someone tipped me over it by my spout
And out we all watch me pour
The people around me keep begging for more

I'm sorry, I cried
Can't help it half the time
This bleating heart of mine
Little lamb in the bright light

If this lambs legs are bled and scratched
Nurture and place a cotton pad
I'll run and bite my tail and say
I'm sorry time and time again

I'll rip my stuffing out
And I will cry for you to put it back
Do we use stitches or glue
What is going to see me through

I want to be your best
Mechanical, simply flawless
Wind me up, watch me impress
Stacking trophies on the shelf

I'm just a fucking pet
Wipe your eyes with me, when you're upset
Show me off, to all your friends
Together, 'til the very end (yay)

I'm scared that you will leave
So I'll keep pulling at your sleeve
Or maybe I'll push you so hard away
You'll be so far from me

Overthink each word each glide
I'm t-t-terrified
Little icky fingies pulling at me
All the fucking time

Try be in my head for a second (come on in!)

If this lambs legs are bled and scratched
Nurture and place a cotton pad
I'll run and bite my tail
And say I'm sorry time and time again

I'll rip my stuffing out
And I will cry, for you to put it back
Do we use stitches or glue
What is going to see me through