woollen mittens Lyrics

But all the spots on my face

They won't go away

I put mountains of cream on them

Just to feel okay

Tried to sleep for longer

To reduce my eye bags

My one week of happiness

Ain't coming back

Try to accept that I'll always be red

Always be masculine and never perceived as

Something delicate

Something non-harmful

Look, I swear to god that I won't be an arsehole

Paranoia is common

In my daily routine

That bus driver definitely hates me

I think I'm gonna throw up

If I get too scared

My first response to sadness

Is to be irrepaired

Try to relinquish those thoughts in your head

That men will not harm you

But most men will try to appear

Sheepishly tame

Only to hurt you

I shan't take this personally I've learnt from last few

I'll declaw my paws

Put on woollen mittens

I'm shamelessly trying to be tame I'll admit it

I'm not like the rest

I'll be as small as I can

No matter my identity I'll always be viewed as a man

Grow my hair out

Shave my face everyday

Cut holes in my chest

If I don't eat the pain will go away

I don't deserve life

Or the praise that I get

If I try hard to pretend

Then I'll seem like I am just

Confidently broken

Tragically unspoken

An artist in peril

I'm less peril more pathetic

I'm scratching at these walls

With my teeth not my claws

Oh why is it human just to want

To be loved by everyone

Confidently broken

Tragically unspoken

An artist in peril

I'm less peril more pathetic

I'm scratching at these walls

With my teeth not my claws

Oh why is it human just to want

To be loved by everyone

Confidently broken

Tragically unspoken

An artist in peril

I'm less peril more pathetic

I'm scratching at these walls

With my teeth not my claws

Oh why is it human just to want

To be loved by everyone

Confidently broken

Tragically unspoken

An artist in peril

I'm less peril more pathetic

I'm scratching at these walls

With my teeth not my claws

Oh why is it human just to want

To be loved by everyone

Confidently broken

Tragically unspoken

An artist in peril

I'm less peril more pathetic

I'm scratching at these walls

With my teeth not my claws

Oh why is it human just to want

To be loved by everyone