My neck hurts,
'cause I've been cutting moons
My hands hurt,
'cause I cut them from you
So someone snuck into your room
And it got back to me
Now I lie here in my room
And there is nothing I can do
But cut and think about you
'cause I've been cutting moons
My hands hurt,
'cause I cut them from you
So someone snuck into your room
And it got back to me
Now I lie here in my room
And there is nothing I can do
But cut and think about you