Rum and Coke

Should I cut it until it fits?
I might cut it until it fits, hey
Should I cut it until it
I might cut it until it
Should I cut it until it
I might cut it until it
Should I cut it until it
I might cut it until it
Should I cut it until it
I might cut it until it fits, oh
Braid pins in my hair
Pulled them out 'cause I wanted to
Let’s say you pull out all my hair
When I want to get through
In my hands
A painted t-shirt
A bloody napkin
You eat past the head
And what’s left at the bottom of your cup is
Should I cut it until it
I might cut it until it
Should I cut it until it
I might cut it until it
Should I cut it until it
I might cut it until it
Should I cut it until it
I might cut it until it fits, oh
Braid pins in my hair
Pulled them out 'cause I wanted to
Let’s say you pull out all my hair
When I want to get through
In my hands
A painted t-shirt
A bloody napkin
You eat past the head
And what’s left at the bottom of your cup is mine
What feels good, the pins in my hair
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
What feels good, the stains in my hand
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
What feels good, the pins in my hair
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
What feels good, the stains in my hand
Oh oh oh oh oh oh