Testo di TEETHING

I can feel you breathing You're filling up this room I can hear you teething I've watched you since the fucking womb I see you pacing It's a guilty plan Your thoughts are screaming And I know them like the back of my fucking hand Count to ten Count to ten You kept your word So you could make amends Count to ten Count to ten You kept your promise to start this over again But it's getting out of hand But it's getting out of hand Again