[bad word] on skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
Staring at the sink of blood and [bad word] veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
Right in the moment this order's tall

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 in the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
Cause I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines [bad word] on, skinny love, what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
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
Now all your love is wasted, then who the [bad word] was I?
Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall, far behind? [bad word] on, skinny love