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Loose

Grace Ives
2022-02-232:21 minSynced lyrics

"Loose" is a song by Grace Ives, released in 2022 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:21 long and contains 42 lines and 189 words.

Lyrics

0:04I wanna make the cut
0:05Spoken with a severed gut
0:07I'm tethered to a bag
0:11I'm sitting super still
0:12Focused on a fingernail
0:14I polished with a tack
0:18Oh what a loser sound
0:19I let out when I hit the ground
0:22I never squeal like that
0:25I need some respite please
0:26Slumber under swollen trees
0:29Let my eyes roll back
0:32I've been loose
0:39Every night
0:46Wind me tight
0:52Like clocks on the wall
0:57Watch as I sit and stall
1:00Not a muscle made
1:04Turning in my cage
1:07Walk to the corner store
1:09Pulling out 100 more
1:11Get the overdraft
1:14I work at the flower shop
1:16Cleaning out an empty pot
1:18Cut my hours back well
1:21I guess I'll walk it off
1:23I come home to an empty talk
1:25I bring the bed bugs back
1:28I'm sleeping through the siege
1:30Ahh ahh
1:32Let my eyes roll back
1:35I've been loose
1:42Every night
1:49Wind me tight
1:56Like oh my god
2:00Started when I was around
2:03Three days old
2:07Coming out so cold
2:11'Cause it eats a lot
2:14All of my head scum too
2:18Mirror on the wall
2:21What's this coming to
I wanna make the cut
Spoken with a severed gut
I'm tethered to a bag
I'm sitting super still
Focused on a fingernail
I polished with a tack
Oh what a loser sound
I let out when I hit the ground
I never squeal like that
I need some respite please
Slumber under swollen trees
Let my eyes roll back
I've been loose
Every night
Wind me tight
Like clocks on the wall
Watch as I sit and stall
Not a muscle made
Turning in my cage
Walk to the corner store
Pulling out 100 more
Get the overdraft
I work at the flower shop
Cleaning out an empty pot
Cut my hours back well
I guess I'll walk it off
I come home to an empty talk
I bring the bed bugs back
I'm sleeping through the siege
Ahh ahh
Let my eyes roll back
I've been loose
Every night
Wind me tight
Like oh my god
Started when I was around
Three days old
Coming out so cold
'Cause it eats a lot
All of my head scum too
Mirror on the wall
What's this coming to

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