Tore my hair out from the roots   Planted them in someone's garden   Then I waited for the shoots   Then I waited for the shoots      Bit my nails down to the quick   Worrying myself sick about you   Tearing facial masks in bed   What kind of sequel is this that you dread      Tear a strip from your dress   Wrap my arms in it   Tear a strip from your dress   Wrap my arms in it      Shaved and cut myself again   Should have let it slip down further   Crushing sour stones taste sour   Every minute hears a medal   No no no no      Tear a strip from your dress   Wrap my arms in it   Wrap my arms in it   Tear a strip from your dress   Wrap my arms, wrap my arms in it