No

Lyrics for No

Tore my hair out from the roots Planted them in someone's garden Then I waited for the shoots Then I waited for the shoots Bit my nails down to the quick Worrying myself sick about you Tearing facial masks in bed What kind of sequel is this that you dread Tear a strip from your dress Wrap my arms in it Tear a strip from your dress Wrap my arms in it Shaved and cut myself again Should have let it slip down further Crushing sour stones taste sour Every minute hears a medal No no no no Tear a strip from your dress Wrap my arms in it Wrap my arms in it Tear a strip from your dress Wrap my arms, wrap my arms in it