Wrong Stuff کے بول

I can't remember when I became so mean It isn't acid reflux, it's gasoline Poured into a car battery It's the wrong stuff I'm sick of being hungry but I am hungry to be sick What to make of this Hope you'll get all my hidden messages I wrote this song for you and Told you my good news But it's not enough 'Cause it's the wrong stuff We've spent our lives speaking in exquisite corpses Choking on the subtext What if I took some glue to join us back together at the stomach Then would you feel me where my skin is soft But it's the wrong stuff I love you Will you hold me I love you Will you hold me I love you Will you hold me I love you Will you hold me I love you Will you hold me