The center of the onion is rotten good

But you asked me to chop it and i know i should!

I make decisions every day

I mostly feel okay

I'm all alone in your rented house

I've got the keys you can't keep me out

I fall asleep on your first-hand couch

I dream of bugs sleeping in my mouth

Something's sludging up my insides

I feel it running down my inner thigh

Something's sludging up my insides

I feel it running down my inner thigh

Something's sludging up my insides

I feel it running down my inner thigh

Something's sludging up my insides

I feel it running down my inner thigh

I made you cry, makes me wanna die

Yeah it makes me wanna die

Just to see what it was like

See what it was like