Lyrics Good Intentions - Marika Hackman

Don′t like my mouth
There's just a hole where it used to be
Can′t even smile, not even if I'm happy
Don't feel obliged to love on my behalf
Can′t eat it all, I′ve got a lot on my plate right now
Don't fill me up, I really like my outline
And then you go ahead and ring me up
Asking about, my day, my mom, my dad
My hair, my mouth, okay
I don′t want your good intentions
I'm not your man, and I can
Sense your bullshit from my bedroom
It′s driving me mad, and upset
But up on my throne I killed my sister
I'm so alone: I really, really miss her
And all those times she watched me bleeding out
Strapped on a tongue and gave a smile
And told me I would be okay
I just need your good vibrations
I′ve gotten so ill, and I'm still
Rigor mortis, set the motion
Bring me to life, I'm so tight