Made myself a map of folts to f** and feel and fade as me
And all my prawns is breeding, blind painting, my body's a disease
The closet's full of dead wood, The stables in your mouth are weight
And all my weight is wet, the wallpaper is coming off my face
Pull all the whales out of me
Pull all the whales out of me
Pull all the whales out of me
Pull all the whales out of me
Pull all the whales out of me
Pull all the whales out of me
Pull all the whales out of me
Pull all the whales out of me
Did you know? Did you know?
I ate all the rivers
I ate all the rivers
I ate all the rivers