Pink Awful - Weight of Worry Lyrics

She watched the gun while it was still hot
She's carrying mannequins to practice
And a bag that won't fit all the things she'll miss

And it's divine
How it cuts in a straight line
Skin divides it burns like a fever
In time to
In time, no, in time

One walks in, the other's out
Carry your envelopes
You think of things you'll miss
The sweet stitch of the hem
Won't keep it above hips
You'll think of things you'll miss

And it's divine
How it cuts in a straight line
Skin divides it burns like a fever
In time to relieve her of the mess
I believe in the mess

And I'll let you hold me down, if you let me feel the weight of your worry

And forget the words you sang, I see the clouds break
And you don't walk alone, you don't walk alone
You don't walk alone
And I'll let you hold me down

And it's divine
How it cuts in a straight line
Skin divides it burns like a fever
In time to
In time
And I'll let you hold me down
And I'll let you hold me
You hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me down