[bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
 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
 And 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 light 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 then who the [bad word] was I?
 And I'm breaking at the britches
 And at the end of all your lines

 Who will love you?
 Who will fight?
 Who will fall far behind?