Lyrics Hot Pink - Ritual

Hot Pink

I’m a freak, and I wear it well.
A hot pink animal pelt drapes lifeless on my shoulders.
It tells me things I dont want to to hear.
All bad, bad things about my head, my heart, my needs.
It laughs at me.
I am my undoing, I write songs in the key of «I «.
Pity’s bastard child.
If only I could feel nothing.
I’d feel fine.
«…but thank god.»
thank god for what?
I’m who got me here.
I’m who fucks me up.
I worked hard for every crooked turn I got.
Is this what it feels like?
Spilling out all your insides.
Is this what it feels like?
Hey, is this a bad time?
I’m swinging yeah I 'm swinging
By the ropes I have strung up my labido with.
Things seem like they’re fate and they’re not.
I cant keep you anymore.
I cant afford you anymore.