Matt Hyde - p**yfoot Miss Suicide lyrics

Hey there, I think I know you What was it you're contending to do? That's right, you manipulate everyone Around you, you deem you're overdue Try to slit your wrists with a dry, blunt block of wood Upgrade to a grater and still won't do no good C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade to you And since we're here you might as well cut me too Like an acid flashback, it all came back to me Slipped to drop a hit of you, one second later I puke, I OD'd Oh yes, indeed Try to slit your wrists with a dry, blunt block of wood Upgrade to a grater and still won't do no good C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade to you And since we're here you might as well cut me too Miss Suicide, let me get the door for you Let me love you black and blue It's the least that I could do Miss Suicide, show me the way to go To the floor way down below It's just a trifle hunch, that I'll beat you to the punch