Cut Me - Moses Sumney

When I’m weary

And so worn out

Ooh, when my mind’s clouded and

Filled with doubt

That’s when I feel

The most alive

Masochistic kisses

Are how I thrive

A stiffness (in)

Inside my neck (and)

Bangin' my head (a)

Against the desk (woah)

If there’s no pain (is)

There any progress

That’s when I feel

The most alive

Endurance

Is the source of my pride

Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need

What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me

Guess I’m a true immigrant son

No vacancies, no vacations

Sure, I could do better than this

But I don’t, I wont, I don’t

Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need

What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me

Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need

What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me

Hurt me, hurt me

Hurt me, hurt me