Pussyfoot Miss Suicide lyrics

Hey there, I think I know you

What was it you're contending to do?

That's right, you manipulate everyone

Around you, you deem you're overdue

Try to slit your wrists with a dry, blunt block of wood

Upgrade to a grater and still won't do no good

C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade to you

And since we're here you might as well cut me too

Like an acid flashback, it all came back to me

Slipped to drop a hit of you, one second later

I puke, I OD'd

Oh yes, indeed

Try to slit your wrists with a dry, blunt block of wood

Upgrade to a grater and still won't do no good

C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade to you

And since we're here you might as well cut me too

Miss Suicide, let me get the door for you

Let me love you black and blue

It's the least that I could do

Miss Suicide, show me the way to go

To the floor way down below

It's just a trifle hunch, that I'll beat you to the punch