Ritual Hot Pink lyrics

I'm a freak, and I wear it well.
A hot pink animal pelt drapes lifeless on my shoulders.
It tells me things I dont want to to hear.
All bad, bad things about my head, my heart, my needs.
It laughs at me.

I am my undoing, I write songs in the key of " I ".
Pity's bastard child. If only I could feel nothing.
I'd feel fine.

"…but thank god." thank god for what?

I'm who got me here. I'm who fucks me up.

I worked hard for every crooked turn I got.

Is this what it feels like? Spilling out all your insides.
Is this what it feels like? Hey, is this a bad time?

I'm swinging yeah I 'm swinging
By the ropes I have strung up my labido with.

Things seem like they're fate and they're not.
I cant keep you anymore. I cant afford you anymore.