Skinny Love
Come on skinny love just last the yearPour a little salt we were never hereMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, myStaring at the sink of blood and crushed veneerI tell my love to wreck it allCut out all the ropes and let me fallMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, myRight in this moment this order's tall
And I told you to be patientAnd I told you to be fineAnd I told you to be balancedAnd I told you to be kindAnd In the morning I'll be with youBut it will be a different "kind"I'll be holding all the ticketsAnd you'll be owning all the fines
Come on skinny love what happened hereSuckle on the hope in lite brassiereMy, my, my, my, my, my, my, mySullen load is full; so slow on the split
And I told you to be patientAnd I told you to be fineAnd I told you to be balancedAnd I told you to be kindAnd Now all your love is wastedAnd Then who the hell was I?And I'm breaking at the britchesAnd at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?Who will fight?Who will fall far behind?