X It Out

Is this a big mistake,
Did I just sell myself?

I need a plane ticket
There goes the sound of the bell.

Today I'm tongue and teeth,
Tomorrow shivering blue.

I've got a virgin mouth,
But I'll probably die before you.

Ding, ding, scrape yourself up for another round,
You never been a fighter,
But still you fight for something you can't taste,
Pulling your hair out.