Little Lamb

I've got gum disease

I'm scared all my gums are gon' recede

I'm scared that you are still mad at me

I'm scared if I take the plaster off, it will bleed

There is no quick fix

I left it too long in my dish

Doctor can you fix it up with a stitch?

I'm craving structure in this mix

I- I fear I'm leaking out

Someone tipped me over it by my spout

And out we all watch me pour

All the people around me

Keep begging for more

I'm sorry I cried

Can't help it half the time

This bleeding heart of mine

Little Lamb in the bright light

If this Lamb's legs are blood and scratch

Not sure I place a cotton pad

I'll run and bite my tail and say

I'm sorry, time and time again

I'll rip my stuffing out and

I will cry for you to put it back

Do we use stitches or glue?

What is going to see me through?

I want to be your best

Mechanical, simply flawless

Wind me up, watch me impress

Stacking trophies on the shelf

I'm just a fucking pet

Wipe your eyes with me

When you're upset

Show me off to all your friends

Together 'til the very end

I'm scared that you will leave

So I'll keep pulling at your sleeve

Or maybe I'll push you so hard

Away, you'll be so far from me

Overthink each word, each glide

I'm t-t-terrified

Little achy fingeys

Pulling at me all the fucking time

(Try being in my head for a second)

(Come on in)

If this Lamb's legs are blood and scratch

Not sure I place a cotton pad

I'll run and bite my tail and say

I'm sorry, time and time again

I'll rip my stuffing out and

I will cry for you to put it back

Do we use stitches or glue?

What is going to see me through?