Lyrics Cut Me - A COLORS SHOW - Moses Sumney

Cut Me - A COLORS SHOW

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
(Thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive)
A stiffness inside my neck
And bangin' my head
Against the desk
If there’s no pain
Is there any progress?
(Ha)
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, yeah
I guess I’m a true immigrant son
No vacancies, no vacations
Sure, I can do better than this
But I don’t, I won’t, don’t
(Hey!)
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me
That’s when I feel the most alive
Is when I think I won’t survive
And you cut me, cut me, cut me
That’s when I feel the most alive
Is when I think I won’t survive
And you cut me
Swear I feel the most real
When you cut me, cut me, yeah
Ooh