I Cut Myself, Too Lyrics by Gob
Are you holding out?
Are you satisfied, Im making confessions
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Are you holding out?
Are you satisfied, Im making confessions
She creeps into my head
So many mornings
Go away, I’m afraid
With you there could be no escape
I’d like to hang out with you before class
I’d like get close to you; you’re a gas
I see
You’re just like a centipede
You won’t realize I’m venomous
You’ll fall ill after hearing this
I’ve seen you now about the fourth time, baby
But you know that I got nothing to say