Everything You Touch Becomes A Crutch Lyrics - Smog

Have I said too much 

Am I losing my touch. 

I don't think we should touch. 

You go with the other men 

Me I beat myself to sleep 

Maybe I should have just 

Left all this in a lock-up box 

In boston 

Never said too much 

I always tried to save face 

I never said too much 

Tried to save my face. 

Only a few spare incidents 

Of disgrace. 

Never said too much 

I said we shouldn't touch 

I beat myself to sleep 

You go with the other men 

Go with your other men 

I beat myself to sleep 

I beat myself to sleep 

Maybe I should have left all this 

In an airport lock-up box 

In boston