SkinCrawl

This is a sad song,
it’s all about me.
Ignored by the birds,
I got stung by a bee.

I learned for myself
that less isn’t more.
The no entry sign
on your bedroom door.

I saw the writing on the wall.
Two little words
they were skin and crawl.
R-e-p-u-l-s-i-v-e.
Your favourite word
to describe me.

You don’t want me.
You don’t need me.
You don’t want me.
Don’t want to please me.
You don’t want me.

I didn’t realise
I made your skin crawl.

If I had known
I wouldn’t have touched you at all.
I never wanted
to see you cry.
But if I told you I loved you
I’d be telling a lie.

I feel so dirty,
so repulvive.
I feel so dirty.

I didn’t realise I made your skin crawl.

If I had known
I wouldn’t have touched you at all.
I never wanted
to see you cry.
But if I told you I loved you
I’d be telling a lie.

So lets say goodbye.