If I Cut My Hair Lyrics - Chiodos

You keep tugging on my shirt, 

just to pull me closer. 

One single step at a time. 

Your skin against mine. 

I can just feel you wondering. 

Fit to be tied, 

Fit to be tied. 

Fit to be, fit to be tied. 

I feel weak. 

Thrown in wide open spaces. 

We turn ourselves inside out, 

expose what we're afraid to see. 

And I know what you're thinking. 

I tell myself. 

I keep pulling 

I keep pulling 

Now grown numb. 

Petrified, I think. 

No, no you don't mean it. 

You simply say it, because you like the way that it sounds 

I feel weak. 

Thrown in wide open spaces. 

We turn ourselves inside out, 

expose what we're afraid to see. 

And I know what you're thinking. 

I feel weak, 

And I give up. 

And I give up. 

Sell it well. 

C'mon and sell it, sell it. 

Sell it well. 

C'mon and sell it, sell it. 

I feel weak