some girl cult./these boys, them girls!

Don't make mistakes, don't even try to be great
You're just some girl, some girl, some girl in a bad way
Belong to a Cult of Holes in their Hearts
Don't know where to start, leave me in the car, yeah

(Phew-phew-phew, uh) Cut my face (Face)
If I had a chance would I change something (Thing)
I don't wanna, I wanna
I'm reaching a hand out of water, my lover
I don't know my way
Guess I'll talk to you someday
Or listen, as I prefer
Coz I hate my vocal range
I'm so gone, touch down in the world beyond
And I'm out of luck, make-up on my face, so strong (Strong)
That's how I talk, two face
Use my voice hi-hi-high stakes
Call another ex-someone on the flip phone
Need a someone psychic, wonder if you know one (One)
Cold touch on my waist
Blue hands on my thighs and my face

"You are beautiful"
"Mm"
("Thanks") "Have a nice day"
"That is so nice of you man"
"You are beautiful!
It's not a problem that your voice is deep"
"Okay, okay"
"You are beautiful
It's not because you have a deep voice-uh
That I will say that you are not beautiful anymore
You see? Yeah"
"Yeah!, I think I see"
"Yeah, you are beautiful too
Have a nice day man, woman, I don't-"

There is a painstar in my throat
I wish it would leave me be
I wish I could speak
There is a housefire at the foot of my bed
I need not be lost any longer
I wish it would cease
How can you love these boys, them girls or ones you've never met
Make me self-conscious, yeah, I just want comfort from these friends
And if I ever did love, I'd trust, I'd put my whole self in this shit
I don't want comments, yeah, I just want something
No talking, just hold my hand
The days just get longer
The days full of lustful anger and never breaking character
The touch of another
The touch of a someone, hold on, please don't let me down
Swollow mine
And I'm dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming now
Time flies, mirror, knife
You're a nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, no-

Don't make mistakes, don't even try to be great
You're just some girl, some girl, some girl in a bad way
Belong to a Cult of Holes in their Hearts
Don't know where to start, leave me in the car, yeah

Baby if you would, could you tear me apart?
I'm sewing deep cuts and I don't wanna talk at all
Take a seat, tell me what you see
I see beautiful colours and you see whatever you need to see
How can you love these boys, them girls or ones you've never met
Make me self-conscious, yeah, I just want comfort from these friends
And you'll never meet them, are they even real?
Are you even real? talk to me, girl

So many fucking people leaving me alone
Like why? I'm cold, I need some warmth
Somebody please hold me through the night
I'm tired, I turn to what I don't know
These folks on the otherside of the world
I don't joke, get my self-worth through a cable
I just wanted a someone
I'd do anything for someone

How can you love these boys, them girls or ones you've never met
Make me self-conscious, yeah, I just want comfort from these friends
And if I ever did love, I'd trust, I'd put my whole self in this shit
I don't want comments, yeah, I just want something
No talking, just hold my hand