memories of studio critique

"Skinny Love"

Come on skinny love just last the year, Pour a little salt, we were never here, My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer, I tell my love to wreck it all, Cut out all the ropes and let me fall, My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I told you to be patient, I told you to be fine, And I told you to be balanced, And I told you to be kind

In the morning I'll be with you, But it will be a different kind, I'll be holding all the tickets, And you'll be owning all the fines, Come on skinny love what happened here, We suckled on the hope in lite brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, Sullen load is full, so slow on the split

And I told you to be patient, And I told you to be fine, And I told you to be balanced, And I told you to be kind
And now all your love is wasted

And who the hell was I?, I'm breaking at the bridges, And at the end of all your lines, Who will love you?, Who will fight?, Who will fall far behind?, Ooh, ooh