These kids are on fire.
It seems darker now too.
They drive motor scooters.
They smoke crack c**aine.
If everything's fine,
Please stop screaming so loud.
We've been sewn together.
We've been stitched up sound.
I don't wanna get bent till you're bleary-eye-d blue.
Or get so drunk that I turn 22.
She gets so high that she can't even speak.
Cuddle-core, get close to me.
Get sewn together, we get sewn together.
My gut's on fire.
It burns hotter now too
Since I changed my zip code.
It's been k**in' me
But everything's fine.
Please stop screaming so loud.
We've been sewn together.
We've been stitched up sound.
I don't wanna get bent till you're bleary-eye-d blue
Or be a punk until I'm 42.
It gets so loud and I can't even speak.
Cuddle-core, get close to me.
Get sewn together, we get sewn together.
We get sewn together, mama, 'gether. oh no, oh.
These kids are on fire.
They smoke crack.
I don't wanna get bent till you're bleary-eye-d blue
Or be stuck here until I'm 82.
It gets so dark that I can't even see.
You exhale and speak soft to me.
Let's get sewn together, we'll get sewn together.
We get sewn together.
We get sewn together.
We get sewn together.