Stitches

Where you can’t make a sound
And tear you along every different line
And spit it away
For so long
For so long
And this may hurt a bit
Breaking out your stitch
You spelled it out so many times
So spit it away
For so long
For so long
(You don’t know me by name)
(You don’t know me by name)
And you don’t know me by name
(Still full)
You don’t know me by name
You don’t know me by name
(Still full)
You don’t know me by name
(Still full)
(You don’t know me by name)
(Still full)
(Still full)
(You don’t know me by name)
(Still full)
(Still full)