The Cutting Room lyrics

Whiskey bottle head rush tight on ephedrine Pulling at the curtains like you'll never make the scene Sister's in the bathroom playing games with fate Everything is tasteless & just piled up on your plate again And you wonder why they're never looking at you You wonder why you never leave the cutting room You're standing at the courtyard killing cigarettes Another boy, another joke, another dirty dress Peeling at the future, trying to stay clean Trying to be something more than sex & nicotine again & You wonder why But girl you are an angel, an angel with bad dreams Don't tie yourself to desperation, don't let them see you beat again