Cut Me Up - Friday Pilots Club

The storied scar is painted black

One step forward and two steps back

The pieces fit but something’s missing

The hole in my throat is saving me

I can say what I want but not what I need

My coffin mouth, my gagged intention

Cut me up

In the middle of the night

I keep my mouth shut

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cut me up

In the middle of the night

I keep my mouth shut

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, I don’t feel

Practice the art of saving face

While blacking out at the masquerade

There’s plenty of cause but no intention, no intention

Did we care enough?

To ever call it love?

Call it love?

(Would you ever)

Cut it off if someone calls it out?

Would you call it out?

Cut me up

In the middle of the night

I keep my mouth shut

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cut me up in the middle of the night

I keep my mouth shut

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, I don’t feel

Cut me up

In the middle of the night

I keep my mouth shut

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, it don’t feel right

Cause baby, it don’t feel right