Someone started rumours saying Scarves are made of rope But you didn't tell your hands to tie that knot around your throat Isadora Duncan is it convertibles you crave? Decisions make, decisions break And entering your grave My neck, my neck She's a total wreck Hands up baby, table dancing Numb that little heart Smashing glass and talking loudly How'd you get so smart? Tell the man just what you crave Some you give and some you take Laced up, fucked up Never thought you'd actually cave My neck, my neck She's a total wreck My neck, my neck She's a total wreck Numb like the skin of your tongue Little choices make and break Numb like the skin of your tongue One too many ease that ache Restlessly resting alone Think of me for heaven's sake Hung by the skin of your tongue One too many's all it takes My neck, my neck She's a total wreck My neck, my neck She's a total wreck My neck, my neck