Bury the blame in your chest and twist it, do that for me friend, we’ll call it even. I’m flattered that you came for me, but if I could, I would have cut your throat with dolphin teeth. You want to show me around like a prize, it made me sick so in seven weeks I’ll die
This isn't mine-lyrics from my current favorite song (Twist-Souvenirs) and what I'm relating to.