Born Without Bones
Wishing (You) Well
Too old to learn new tricks
I need a new fix
I need a stimulus
I need a paycheck
And a brand new deck and some new kicks
Show me the blueprints
Too young to be let down
I need a preface
I need your home address so I can get out
I’m underneath distress
Oh, is it light out?
To stay obsessed, is there a way out?
I’m feeling possessed in my own house
With the devil undressed feeding grapes to my mouth
I don’t think my fate’s in the clouds
So shake me upside down into the wishing well
All the change in the world and I’m wishing you well
Too fun to breed success
I need a close call
I need to hit the wall
I need some breakfast
And an empty threat and some new friends
To show me what comes next
Too young to be put down, but I feel sick
I need your love and caress so I can scream out from above the rest
I know what I can’t fix
I know what I won’t miss
Is there a way out?
I’m feeling possessed in my own house
With the devil undressed feeding grapes to my mouth
I don’t think my fate’s in the clouds
So shake me upside down into the wishing well
All the change in the world and I’m wishing you, you, you well
Too old to fuck around
Give me the lipstick
Too young to settle down
Give me the pavement
Too old to be talked down to, so listen
Too young to be bound
It’s not worth it
I’m feeling possessed in my own house
With the devil undressed feeding grapes to my mouth
I don’t think my fate’s in the clouds
So shake me upside down into the wishing well