Grace Petrie - Your Favourite Joke lyrics
[Grace Petrie - Your Favourite Joke lyrics]
All the holes and imperfections in my skin
Trying to figure out exactly where you got in
And left me in the state, the state I'm in
The state I'm in, the state I'm in
No electricity or gas will heat this room
All the power in the world
Couldn't light this tomb
Where I exist and try to twist
My bitterness around a tune
These days the only thing I dedicate
To you is my wounds
Is my wounds, is my wounds
Even after loyal anger has dissolved to hurt
Leave me lying
Ever crying in the broken earth
I'll still be writing songs about
You that you don't deserve
'Cause, I'm your favourite joke and
You're my life's work
You're my life's work, you're my life's work
You're my life's work you're my life's work