Cut Fruit

Oh, god, you figured me out I've got nowhere to hide from you now I took one look at myself and Decided that I should lie down Where are you now that it's finally Happenin', I'm comin' out? I fell in love with the sound of my Insides hittin' the ground You'd better give up on me now Oh, finally sinkin' I think my brain is broken I wish I never ran my mouth Turn the bottle around I think there's blood comin' out I've been too easy on myself Cut fruit in the back of the crisper drawer It didn't make sense to buy more You asked if I had an appetite I wanted to die in your arms Oh, crawlin' through my skin My words don't mean anything Somethin' be happenin' by now Slap me in the face again It feels so good to pretend I'm breakin' up with myself Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh