Cut Me By Moses Sumney
When I’m weary
And so worn out
Ooh when my mind’s clouded
And Filled with doubt
That’s when I feel the most alive
Masochistic kisses are how I thrive
(Thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive)
A stiffness Inside my neck
And bangin’ my head
Against the desk
Well, If there’s no pain
Is there any progress?
That’s when I feel the most alive
Endurance is the source of my pride
Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me
Guess I’m a true immigrant son
No vacancies, no vacations
Sure, I could do better than this
But I don’t, I won’t, I don’t
Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me
Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me
Hurt me, hurt me
Hurt me, hurt me
