Failures' Union - Comb lyrics

Look out! my common sense is withering' and you thought it would make more sense if i was there. look out! your salty skin is sugarin' as i try to make heads or tails of what you said. no i'm not stalking you. it's the last thing i would ever admit to. look out! the pot you watch is simmerin' and you thought it would make more sense if i was dead. look out! your salty skin is sugarin' as i try to make heads or tails of what you said. i did not follow you here, all i want is some hair from your comb for a souvenir. i deny. i deny. all i want is some hair from your comb