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You got me feeling like my tongue is a machete
Each time I think of you, I’m sharpening the blade
Does that make me savage?
Say I’ll never hurt you while I twist the knife again

While I twist the knife again
Something I was sad about
While I twist the knife again
Something I was sad about
While I twist the knife again
Something I was sad about

All I want is everything that ever was and ever will be
You can kill me if you think that that’s too much to ask
But if you shoot, I want the world’s greatest death scene
And the world’s collected treasure shoved inside my diamond-studded cask
And yeah, I covet love
So when I went and told her that I loved her like I never loved another
It was burning in my marrow
I could not imagine how my world was gonna spin, but it spun
And I know, so did I
If you need me, I’ll be hiding over there
‘Cause I want my fucking privacy
But also sometimes I would like to really overshare
A silly golden chair
A throne to call my own, a home for my entitled ass
Where I can act like I don’t care
Climb Rapunzel’s hair and then be donezo
Or a dunce cap and a stool
An empty corner that a fool can sit and stare at
And think on how I hurt her
Murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder

For whatever it’s worth, I still hope that you’re good
Just ’cause you can doesn’t mean that you should

You got me feeling like my tongue is a machete

Does that make me savage?

You got me feeling like my tongue is a machete
Each time I think of you, I’m sharpening the blade
Does that make me savage?
Say I’ll never hurt you while I twist the knife again