Itæ¯ my arms that wrap you up nice
Itæ¯ my arms, itæ¯ my arms baby
Small rooms with record exec types
Whisper away my future lately
Iæ£l introduce you to producers
Iæ£l write your songs and make them way damn shorter
Iæ¦ so confused
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
Shock me with fear itæ¯ taking longer
Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger
Itæ¯ my words that fail to give insight
I blame you, blame me baby
Iæ¦ so confused
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
It suits me just fine
This is the package Iæ¦ sending
These are the clothes that Iæ¦ wearing
These are the words that Iæ¦ saying
These are the notes that theyæ®e playing
Iæ£l introduce you to producers
Iæ£l write your songs and make them way damn shorter
Iæ¦ so confused
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
And it suits me just fine