The center of the onion is rotten good But you asked me to chop it and i know i should! I make decisions every day I mostly feel okay I'm all alone in your rented house I've got the keys you can't keep me out I fall asleep on your first-hand couch I dream of bugs sleeping in my mouth Something's sludging up my insides I feel it running down my inner thigh Something's sludging up my insides I feel it running down my inner thigh Something's sludging up my insides I feel it running down my inner thigh Something's sludging up my insides I feel it running down my inner thigh I made you cry, makes me wanna die Yeah it makes me wanna die Just to see what it was like See what it was like