Bug
The doctor didn't believe me
Until he saw me through the machine
The pulsing of my bloodstream
Red ocean in my knees, heart on my sleeve
I make a spectral sort of radio
I lost my body in the sound
I used to get along with me alright
But now I'm not around
Most of the time
I'm breaking a sweat
While they're breaking my skin
I've got all these split ends
And I'm breaking out
I'm breaking my falls
With the bees in my skull
My split ends have split ends
Someone break me out
And maybe if I don't check
It'll stop being true
Hold off on the doctor
'Till my skin's scalded blue
Just keep me in the cupboard
With a ladder to the moon
If you ask when I'll get better
I'll always tell you soon
I'm breaking my chest
With each ragged breath
I've got all these split ends
Someone break me out
I'm breaking my falls
With the bees in my skull
My split ends have split ends
Think I've broken down
And someone tells me the sick
Will be good for my songs
As I slump in my bed
And red pools in my palms
Thinking my body is wrong
Thinking my body is wrong
Thinking my body is wrong
Thinking my body is wrong
Until he saw me through the machine
The pulsing of my bloodstream
Red ocean in my knees, heart on my sleeve
I make a spectral sort of radio
I lost my body in the sound
I used to get along with me alright
But now I'm not around
Most of the time
I'm breaking a sweat
While they're breaking my skin
I've got all these split ends
And I'm breaking out
I'm breaking my falls
With the bees in my skull
My split ends have split ends
Someone break me out
And maybe if I don't check
It'll stop being true
Hold off on the doctor
'Till my skin's scalded blue
Just keep me in the cupboard
With a ladder to the moon
If you ask when I'll get better
I'll always tell you soon
I'm breaking my chest
With each ragged breath
I've got all these split ends
Someone break me out
I'm breaking my falls
With the bees in my skull
My split ends have split ends
Think I've broken down
And someone tells me the sick
Will be good for my songs
As I slump in my bed
And red pools in my palms
Thinking my body is wrong
Thinking my body is wrong
Thinking my body is wrong
Thinking my body is wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Maeve Aickin
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