My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
And you'll be owning all the fines
And at the end of all your lines
And I told you to be patient
Who will love you?
And cut out all the ropes and let me fall
And in the morning I'll be with you
And I told you to be kind
And I told you to be balanced
And I'll be holding all the tickets
And I told you to be kind
And I told you to be balanced
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
And I told you to be fine
Who will fight?
And then who the hell was I?
And I told you to be patient
But it will be a different kind
And I'm breaking at the britches
Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Tell my love to wreck it all
And now all your love is wasted
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
And I told you to be fine
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order's tall