Phoebe Bridgers, Marshall Vore, Harry Russell Whitford - Wilt lyrics

I've got a surgeon's precision and
A drunk man's hand
They say I've stopped growin'
So I do what I can
Nothin' ever changes but the cigarette brand
But don't panic, this is just routine
Don't panic, this is just routine

You've got roses on the brain
And I'm all wilt
You've got snowflakes in your veins
And I'm all melt
You don't got blame on your breath
God bless, but all I taste is guilt ooh

Misery will bury you
I'm so sorry if I'm scarin' you
What was I supposed to do
As opposed to lovin' you?

I've got a surgeon's hand and
A drunk man's passion
Totally limbless and I'm ready for action
Nothin' ever changes but the
Taste of tobacco
But don't panic, it's just routine
Don't panic, this is just routine

You've got roses on the brain
And I'm all wilt
You've got snowflakes in your veins
And I'm all melt
You don't got blame on your breath
God bless, but all I taste is guilt ooh

Misery will bury you
I'm so sorry if I'm scarin' you
What was I supposed to do
As opposed to lovin' you?

You've got roses the brain
And I'm all wilt

But misery will bury you
I'm so sorry if I'm scarin' you
What was I supposed to do
As opposed to lovin' you?