Pulling Teeth

I bet you’re sick of pulling teeth But hold me down until I believe That I’m ok I paint the world like a cynic lately I wear you down by the minute Tell me If I go too far You’ll still be here When my head gets dark I bet you’re sick of pulling teeth But hold me down until I believe That I’m ok Lock me up and toss the key Do what you need to stay with me Until I’m ok It’s a bitter pill to swallow I need you in my veins when I’m hollow If I go too far