Coyote Paroles

But I'm fixin' to knock through whatever I have to
To stay silent and get gone.

One, two, three.
I hate me.
There's no one else who I know how to be.
Four, five, six.
Oh, your body makes me sick,
But don't take it away from me just yet.

There's no one I can think of
That I can stand less than you.
Don't you want to touch my hands before you go?

I think I'm confused.

I can feel my food digesting,
And I'm begging it to cease.
Oh, my stomach's crushed against my lungs
And - yeah, oh yeah - oh, pushing at my seams,
One, two, three.
I still hate me.
There's no one else who I know how to be.
Four, five, six.
Oh, your body makes me sick.
Don't take it away from me just yet.

There's no I can think of
That I can stand less than you.
Don't you want to touch my hand before you go?

I think I'm confused.


(Thanks to Annie for these lyrics)