Some Girl Cult./These Boys, Them Girls!

Don't make mistakes, don't even try to be great You're just some girl, some girl, some girl in a bad way Belong to a Cult of Holes in their Hearts Don't know where to start, leave me in the car, yeah (Phew-phew-phew, uh) Cut my face (Face) If I had a chance would I change something (Thing) I don't wanna, I wanna I'm reaching a hand out of water, my lover I don't know my way Guess I'll talk to you someday Or listen, as I prefer Coz I hate my vocal range I'm so gone, touch down in the world beyond And I'm out of luck, make-up on my face, so strong (Strong) That's how I talk, two face Use my voice hi-hi-high stakes Call another ex-someone on the flip phone Need a someone psychic, wonder if you know one (One) Cold touch on my waist Blue hands on my thighs and my face "You are beautiful" "Mm" ("Thanks") "Have a nice day" "That is so nice of you man" "You are beautiful! It's not a problem that your voice is deep" "Okay, okay" "You are beautiful It's not because you have a deep voice-uh That I will say that you are not beautiful anymore You see? Yeah" "Yeah!, I think I see" "Yeah, you are beautiful too Have a nice day man, woman, I don't-" There is a painstar in my throat I wish it would leave me be I wish I could speak There is a housefire at the foot of my bed I need not be lost any longer I wish it would cease How can you love these boys, them girls or ones you've never met Make me self-conscious, yeah, I just want comfort from these friends And if I ever did love, I'd trust, I'd put my whole self in this shit I don't want comments, yeah, I just want something No talking, just hold my hand The days just get longer The days full of lustful anger and never breaking character The touch of another The touch of a someone, hold on, please don't let me down Swollow mine And I'm dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming now Time flies, mirror, knife You're a nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, no- Don't make mistakes, don't even try to be great You're just some girl, some girl, some girl in a bad way Belong to a Cult of Holes in their Hearts Don't know where to start, leave me in the car, yeah Baby if you would, could you tear me apart? I'm sewing deep cuts and I don't wanna talk at all Take a seat, tell me what you see I see beautiful colours and you see whatever you need to see How can you love these boys, them girls or ones you've never met Make me self-conscious, yeah, I just want comfort from these friends And you'll never meet them, are they even real? Are you even real? talk to me, girl So many fucking people leaving me alone Like why? I'm cold, I need some warmth Somebody please hold me through the night I'm tired, I turn to what I don't know These folks on the otherside of the world I don't joke, get my self-worth through a cable I just wanted a someone I'd do anything for someone How can you love these boys, them girls or ones you've never met Make me self-conscious, yeah, I just want comfort from these friends And if I ever did love, I'd trust, I'd put my whole self in this shit I don't want comments, yeah, I just want something No talking, just hold my hand