Blow Out

In my mind and nailed into my heels. All the time killing what I feel.

And everything I touch (All wrapped up in cotton wool) (All wrapped up and sugar coated) turns to stone.

And everything I touch (All wrapped up in cotton wool) (All wrapped up and sugar coated) turns stone.

I am fused just in case I blow out. I am glued just because I crack out.

Everything I touch turns to stone. Everything I touch (All wrapped up in cotton wool) (All wrapped up and sugar coated)