I know what I did, I know what I did, IknowwhatIdid,
But you haven’t done enough to make me concede again and you never really have
So maybe I’ll beg
You know the more I try to love it,
The sicker it gets
Take my mouth away from me,
I don’t know how to use it
At least for how it’s intended
When I use it to scrape your soul from its shell like a cold-water clam
I’m the captain