X It Out Testo

Is this a big mistake,
did I just sell myself?

I need a plane ticket
there goes the sound of the bell.

Today I’m tongue and teeth,
tomorrow shivering blue.

I’ve got a virgin mouth, but I’ll probably die before you.

Ding, ding, scrape yourself up for another round,
you never been a fighter,
but still you fight for something you can’t taste,
pulling your hair out.