Comb Lyrics

look out
my common sense is witherin'
and you thought it would make more sense if i was there
look out
your salty skin is sugarin'
as i try to make heads or tails of what you said
no i'm not stalking you
it's the last thing i would ever admit to
look out
the pot you watch is simmerin'
and you thought it would make more sense if i was dead
look out
your salty skin is sugarin'
as i try to make heads or tails of what you said
i did not follow you here
all i want is some hair from your comb for a souvenir
i deny
i deny
all i want is some hair from your comb