Why? - Early Whitney lyrics

You're so sensitive, You can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin', And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth. You show half a heart when you play yuker And i face the punching bag, and do what i'm told, But you stoop so low, To write a word in white pastel on a skull shaped gauge, You say: "i'm not myself without my challenger commemorative bu*ton On the chest of my brown down vest." You say: "coffee's turned my dark days into woody allen *long sigh* anxiety." You say: "hide in denver, and i remember montreal. i swear i'll write soon." Don't encourage the wind; The candles will retire. The cumulative weight Of all my chain letter curses. Something about this Is clowns with knives. An ambulance siren Searching for an injured person. That ain't no god It's just a hedge on fire. That ain't no god It's just a burning bush. You're so sensitive, You can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin', And each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth. Don't encourage the wind; The candles will retire. The cumulative weight Of all my chain letter curses. Something about this Is clowns with knives. An ambulance siren Searching for an injured person. That ain't no god It's just a hedge on fire. That ain't no god that ain't no god that ain't no god...