[bad word] into this world, Oh
 With your hands tied up
 I can feel your pants around my ankles and the floor
 You and I did spend that one day
 In bed counting sheep
 Maybe we could sleep it off with your best friend's pills

 I can describe what it's like to be sad if it's sharp enough
 [bad word] in through this small hole
 With your hands tied up
 I can see you dance
 Around my bedroom through the door
 You and I did spend that time dodging sleep for weeks
 Maybe we could grind our teeth to your best friends coke

 I can describe what it's like to be sad if it's sharp enough
 [bad word] into this small hole
 With your pants and tie off
 I can feel you press it up
 When my hips hit the floor

 I can describe what it's like to be sad if it's sharp enough