CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Untitled demo 113

Witches, witches, witches, witches!

With my hands in
My pockets
I would talk but I'm scared I might vomit
I'm sorry I apologize for everything
I have a little trouble talking to human beings

So paint me, when I'm gone
As somebody you could love

I can tell that
You checked out
As soon as I opened my mouth
Or at least that's how it feels
But I know that it's just my stupid brain and it's chemical spill

Is anybody gonna tell me that she left?
Great job, sport, we did our best
[Outro]