Tough skin above brittle bones Rest assured we can't mend these holes Been too long for you Cauterize these wounds Perfect picture all these fakes Pretty paintings make no mistake Achieve the standard, the one's they set Confused and used like the rest Mouth tastes like menthol Streets feel so plain Life's always a bad hand Still you got to play One's too many and a hundreds not enough Let me feel behind, this indulgent touch You've been tossed to the weeds You've become the want and the need What's this feeling, beneath the skin Open your door and let her in Mouth tastes like menthol Streets feel so plain Life's always a bad hand Still you got to play Story's spun Left to come undone Story's spun Coming undone