Testo di X It Out

Is this a big mistake, Did I just sell myself? I need a plane ticket There goes the sound of the bell. Today I'm tongue and teeth, Tomorrow shivering blue. I've got a virgin mouth, But I'll probably die before you. Ding, ding, scrape yourself up for another round, You never been a fighter, But still you fight for something you can't taste, Pulling your hair out.