I Can Pretend

I'm cold to the touch

I'm too cold for comfort
Blister my skin
Inside I'm frozen
Locked in your head
While you, while you
Fuck him again
Fuck him again
Fuck him again
Fuck him again

Never mind jealousy
I wouldn't mind if you could only
Tell me when I say too much
I cut myself
I'm cold to the touch

You give me embers
And take the best part
Our unborn children
Crushed underfoot like a cockroach
Dead is my heart
Dead is my heart
Dead is my heart
Dead is my heart

Never mind jealousy
I wouldn't mind if you could only
Tell me when I say too much
I cut myself
I'm cold to the touch

I'm cold to the touch
I cut myself
Until I bleed too much
I can't stop myself

I convince myself it's true
Filthy years, the way I like you
Tell me it's all in my mind
I stop myself before I find I'm
Driven by jealousy
I wouldn't mind if you could only
Tell me when I say too much
I cut myself
I'm cold to the touch

I cut myself
I'm cold to the touch