Bleary-eye-d Blue

These kids are on fire.
It seems darker now too.
They drive motor scooters.
They smoke crack cocaine.
If everything’s fine,
Please stop screaming so loud.
We’ve been sewn together.
We’ve been stitched up sound.
I don’t wanna get bent till you’re bleary-eye-d blue.
Or get so drunk that I turn 22.
She gets so high that she can’t even speak.
Cuddle-core, get close to me.
Get sewn together, we get sewn together.
My gut’s on fire.
It burns hotter now too
Since I changed my zip code.
It’s been killin' me
But everything’s fine.
Please stop screaming so loud.
We’ve been sewn together.
We’ve been stitched up sound.
I don’t wanna get bent till you’re bleary-eye-d blue
Or be a punk until I’m 42.
It gets so loud and I can’t even speak.
Cuddle-core, get close to me.
Get sewn together, we get sewn together.
We get sewn together, mama, 'gether. oh no, oh.
These kids are on fire.
They smoke crack.
I don’t wanna get bent till you’re bleary-eye-d blue
Or be stuck here until I’m 82.
It gets so dark that I can’t even see.
You exhale and speak soft to me.
Let’s get sewn together, we’ll get sewn together.
We get sewn together.
We get sewn together.
We get sewn together.