SCOTT TOFTE

Sometimes I don’t know what to talk about
I wish that I had felt the hurt they write the songs about

Am I just in disguise or

Have I been naked this whole time? 

 

I’ve told a lie I’ve told a tale or two

I’ve practiced all the lines I’ll iterate in interviews

And when it comes to me

There goes my legitimacy

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I need a different kind of needle now

My pumping drug is just a wave of sound

I wish that I could fall as hard for this

As I did back in 1996

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I’m everybody else in spite of me

I’m just afraid I’ll never be the man I want to be

And if I had my choice

I’d sing with someone else’s voice

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I’m looking out when I should peer within

Without a doubt I need to pierce the skin

I need to feel the blood come rushing in

I need to open up this wound again

 

Am I broken, am I bruised? 

Am I emotionally abused?

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Lately veins have been so dry

I need a hit to get me high

I got the bends and I think I want to die

But love might change my mind 

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I need a different kind of needle now

My pumping drug is just a wave of sound

Don’t want to catch myself from falling down

Don’t want to feel my feet upon the ground

 

Am I broken, am I bruised? 

Am I emotionally abused?

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Am I emotional? Am I emotional?

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Am I emotionally abused?