Lyrics Cut Me Up - Friday Pilots Club

Cut Me Up

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