The Itchy Glowbo Blow

Still stepping over me
Little, he needs
Didn’t he? How hadn’t he?
Little, you may need
And you know how sometimes
When your face gives right in to him
You’ve chosen your life for your man, yea
And look at your goals
Standing at his feet
Didn’t he? How hadn’t he?
Sometimes he flailed
But you’re glad he cares
But you’re glad he
And you died sometimes
When your face goes red in to him
You’ve chosen your life for your man, yea
For him? For yourself?
Futile, in love
Didn’t he? How hadn’t he?
Futile is this fever
And you died
Did I see dark lines?
So, what have you got now?
Futile, in love
Didn’t he? How hadn’t he?
Futile is this fever
Splittin' down as far as me now
Splittin' down as far as me now
Splittin' down as far as me now
Splittin' down as far as me