Skinny Love

Come on skinny love just last the year
 Pour a little salt we were never here
 My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
 Staring at the sink of blood and [bad word] veneer

 I tell my love to wreck it all
 Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
 My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
 Right in the moment this order's tall

 I told you to be patient
 I told you to be fine
 I told you to be balanced
 I told you to be kind
 In the morning I'll be with you
 But it will be a different "kind"
 I'll be holding all the tickets 
 And you'll be owning all the fines
 [bad word] on skinny love what happened here
 Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
 My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
 Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

 I told you to be patient
 I told you to be fine
 I told you to be balanced
 I told you to be kind
 Now all your love is wasted?
 Then who the [bad word] was I?
 Now I'm breaking at the britches
 And at the end of all your lines

 Who will love you?
 Who will fight?
 Who will fall far behind?