I can't run to you, father
I need love
I can't talk to you, mother
I know it's got you caught up
But your sweet sinless sensation is not my style
And I'm not giving up
So tell me if I run, run away
Will I bleed?
I'll be tryna suckle all the liquid out the dirt
Tryna catch a curve, digging my own grave
Mmm, yeah
(Thinking 'bout you)
(Thinking 'bout you)
(Thinking 'bout you)
I can't run to you, father
I need love
I can't talk to you, mother
I know it's got you caught up
But your sweet sinless sensation is not my style
And I'm not giving up
So tell me if I run, run away
Will I bleed?
I'll be tryna suckle all the liquid out the dirt
Tryna catch a curve, digging my own grave
Mmm, yeah
(Thinking 'bout you)
(Thinking 'bout you)
(Thinking 'bout you)
(Thinking 'bout you)
(Thinking 'bout you)
(Thinking 'bout you)
Mmmm
Colours blend
They're all black and white
Goddamn it, I cannot bend