Punch drunk

Must have been
something I said
To get you
going

Now we won't be
held accountable
For any of it
no

Glitter on the counter
but bloods in the tile
Whoa
Knees bent
on the carpet

Look for change
In the rug
And it don't stop and
we don't let up
Beating ourselves
blue and purple
in love

And I'm sick
And I'm tired of
Punch drunk
Tongues
pretending
They know their stuff
When they know
That they don't and
They're just
so
fucked up