Someone's working on my clothes
I better sew 'em before they get too far
Find what you love, don't let it go
And let it crush your bones under its car.
Last time the torso was too tight
Neck hole ripped around my head, you know
It's up to me to do it right
And it's too late to say I told you so
'Cause the remote is in my hands
Guess I can change the channel
If I wasn't intended to be able
Maybe you shouldn't have given me cable.
I'm in distress
I guess the stress is turning me on
It comes in cycles, yes I know
'Cause cycles circle in some type of form
Find what you love, don't let it go
Unless it finds you like a parasitic worm
Superficial disaster, you can't control me
Superficial disaster, you can't control me
Unless that's what you're after, you can control me
'Cause I want it too
I'm in distress
I guess the stress is turning me on