Cut my life into peaches This is my last fruit tart Decoration De-seeding Don't give a fuck if I cut myself peeling
This is my last fruit tart Cut my life into peaches I've reached my last fruit tart Decoration Deseeding Don't give a fuck if I cut myself peeling
Do you even care if I am starving Would it be wrong Would it be right If I left the skins on Chances are that I might Cinnamon outta sight And I'm contemplating oven time
'Cause I'm missing my spice Losing my time Wish somebody would help me find Missing my spice Losing my time Wish somebody would help me find
I never realized I cooked to long Till it was too late And I was empty within Hungry Feeding on pop tarts And living on gin
Downward spiral where do I begin It all started when I lost my spices No tarts for myself And no tarts for another Searching to find allspice up on a higher shelf Finding nothing but cilantro and thyme
'Cause I'm missing my spice Losing my time Wish somebody would help me find Missing my spice Losing my time Wish somebody would help me find
Nothing's alright Nothing is fine I'm running and I'm empty I'm empty I'm empty I'm empty I'm empty
I can't go on being hungry
Cut my life into peaches I've reached my last fruit tart Decoration Deseeding Don't give a fuck if I cut myself peeling Do you even care if I am starving
Would it be wrong Would it be right If I left the skins on Chances are that I might Cinnamon outta sight And I'm contemplating oven time
'Cause I'm missing my spice Losing my time Wish somebody would help me find Missing my spice Losing my time Wish somebody would help me find
Nothing's alright Nothing is fine I'm running and I'm empty
I can't go on being hungry Can't go on Living this way Nothing's alright