And I'm always looking for something
For someone I'll never find, a constant
And when I f*ck it up I make it all at once
'Cause it doesn't feel like it's properly done
If I'm not looking at blood on the fabric
Looking at blood
You said that's why I'm constantly standing
In my own heavy, ungraceful, comfortable sadness
You said that's why I shouldn't think about it anymore
It does me no good
But it stuck to the back of my skull like I knew that it would
So shut your mouth, don't act like you didn't know
Don't look at the telephone on the table
Like you didn't know that it would hurt your feelings
Like you didn't know that it would hurt your feelings