Texty: Lisa Marie Presley. To Whom It May Concern. S.O.B..

You said I seem so grim and, darling, do you forgive me?
And I went out on a limb 'cause I needed to be
Near the fireflies flying high above me
And then I hit the sky and it fell down on me

You said it wasn't sharp but I cut my finger
You said it just wouldn't burn and I scarred my face
You know I bite my nails, my skin and my fingers
And I've heard that's my liver, my nerves and my brain

I said I just like to bite on my fuckin' fingers
Do you have another intelligent answer for me today?

You said it wasn't sharp but I cut my finger
You said it just wouldn't burn and I scarred my face
You said it just wasn't when it fell down on me
And I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say

I lost my trust in you you were dangerous and scary
And you poisoned me with the fruits
Everyone was intrigued by and I finally got buried

You said I won't forget and I don't remember
And you said I'm something I'm not and I fell on my face
You said I wouldn't rot but worms are crawling on me
I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say
Now I'm just a son of a bitch no matter what you say