Nuclear Weasels - Sock Lyrics

I love your shins
Your triangular heart
Your jagged skin
The way it tears you apart
I love your scream
Your rough and crooked hands
Its just 4 words
Can you remember that now

I got a hole in my sock
Its letting the cold air in
These clothes on my back
They feel feel so paper thin
Reality shoots down my spine
It's happening over again
You're sour and sweet in my mind
Hindsight is a beautiful thing

You hate my face
My rectangular eyes
My buttoned shirt
The way I feel inside
You hate my home
And everything I say
Just let me go
Can you do that for me now

I got a hole in my sock
Its letting the cold air in
These clothes on my back
They feel feel so paper thin
Reality shoots down my spine
It's happening over again
You're sour and sweet in my mind
Hindsight is a beautiful thing

You cut a hole in my sock
And now the cold air's in
The clothes on my back have gone
I'm just left with skin
Reality shoots down my spine
Its happened all over again
You're sour and sweet in my mind
Hindsight is a beautiful thing