The center of the onion is rotten good
But you asked me to chop it and i know i should!
I make decisions every day
I mostly feel okay
I'm all alone in your rented house
I've got the keys you can't keep me out
I fall asleep on your first-hand couch
I dream of bugs sleeping in my mouth
Something's sludging up my insides
I feel it running down my inner thigh
Something's sludging up my insides
I feel it running down my inner thigh
Something's sludging up my insides
I feel it running down my inner thigh
Something's sludging up my insides
I feel it running down my inner thigh
I made you cry, makes me wanna die
Yeah it makes me wanna die
Just to see what it was like
See what it was like