Hate the words inside my headSpat them out into a cuplock me up just lock me upFaces change naturallyYours is melting off your bonesIt is falling to the floorI think bad thingsI host bad thoughtsI'm only kind of sorryBut if you took me to the zooI'd be some kind of cowgirlsome kind of cowgirlI am crawling undergroundwish that you could meet me theresick and foaming at the mouthsometimes I disgust myself but man you look so much like me you look like everybody elseI'm sorry for my jokes about dyingI said that I'm not afraid but I'm lyingand now I feel lonelier than I did beforeDo you want to hack me upSometimes I so wish you wouldI am not scared of your blade I will bite down on your handand you could lead me around townYou are not scared of my teethI eat bad things cough up bad thoughtsI'm never very sorryBut if you left me in the sky I'd be some kind of cowgirlsome kind of cowgirlsome kind of cowgirlsome kind of cowgirlsome kind of cowgirl