Stop t-t-talking to him, No worries darling it's down to science, I st-st-stutter the words that I said, At least I meant it, it's more then I'd say for him. I'll be the story for sympathy, From all your friends, You play the part of the scar, That I can't forget, You have your alcohol, And his attention, I've got these songs, worn out lungs, My attempt at tourniquets. I'm t-t-trying to sleep, You're holding his hands, I'm holding grudges, S-s-smile medusa, You got your own song, I am carved out of stone.