Comb Lyrics

Look out!
My common sense is withering' and you thought it would make more sense if i was there.
Look out!
Your salty skin is sugarin' as i try to make heads or tails of what you said.
No i'm not stalking you.
It's the last thing i would ever admit to.
Look out!
The pot you watch is simmerin' and you thought it would make more sense if i was dead.
Look out!
Your salty skin is sugarin' as i try to make heads or tails of what you said.

I did not follow you here, all i want is some hair from your comb for a souvenir.
I deny.
I deny.
All i want is some hair from your comb.