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