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.