If I Cut My Hair, Hawaii Will Sink - 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

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