And if the heat if high
And I recrystallize, it's only time
But if the time's not right
I guess that I'll just wait
And wait
And waste, and wait, and hate my braided brain for all my life
Until I ease into convenience by pretending there's a knife
Oh god my skin is way too tight
My body doesn't fit me right
Oh god my skin is way too tight
My body doesn't fit me right